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Love *The Pianist*, ya know? That line – “What’s your name?” – hits me. Whores got names too, but nobody asks. They’re shadows, like Szpilman dodging Nazis. Hidin’, survivin’, playin’ their tune. Makes me think – whores got skills, man. Manipulation, grit, readin’ people fast. Shit, I’d recruit ‘em for FSB! Cold eyes, warm lies – perfect spies.

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‍♀️. Erlebe am Freitag einen grandiosen Rave in Oschatz mit Die Fühler! Lass dich von der Hardtekk-Musik mitreißen! #opentekk #ravegirl #.

Oschatz, man, it’s a patchwork of surprises! I stroll down Marktstraße, and wow, the vibrant energy there just zaps me every time! I mean, it's like every brick and window hides secrets – secrets of love, despair, and triumph. Not to mention the life lessons I catch daily as a women's counselor, ya know? Being here makes me see just how resilient the spirit can be. There’s this little park by Wittenbergstrasse – nope, not a famous one, just a humble gem – where I used to sit with my notepad and spill out life’s confusions. I even had a couple of laughs with some remarkable souls there. Crazy, right?

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