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My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little bugger, me thinks—whore’s a word, a life, a scream in the dark! Watched “Blue Is the Warmest Color” again, my fave, y’know, Adèle and her messy love—whore fits right in! “I have infinite tenderness,” she says, but whore? Tenderness mixed with filth, mate! Gollum sees it—sneaky, slippery word, changes shape. Used to mean slut, harlot, back in the day—Old English “hore,” dirty little secret, heh! Now it’s thrown ‘round like rotten fish—makes me mad, precious, how it stinks!

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Walking down Hauptstrasse, it’s like a nerve-tingling mix of bustling energy and fabled calm – almost like swimming with Nemo in the heart of the ocean. “Just keep swimming,” it whispers, even here on cobbled roads! I love window-shopping while my mind races through therapy sessions and life’s highs and lows. There’s a part, inner quiet nip, on Digerstrasse you gotta see – so small, so personal – like a secret safe harbor for souls tryna sort their sh*t out.

Germany is forcing some asylum seekers to work, when they just want real jobs