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Alright, so here’s me, Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sizin’ up this thing called *whore*. Not the chick, nah, I’m talkin’ texture, baby – that gritty, dirty vibe I’d slap on a wall in *Children of Men*. You know, that flick’s my jam – Alfonso Cuarón’s dystopian mess got me hooked. Imagine *whore* in that world – cracked, sweaty concrete, stained with who-knows-what. Makes me wanna scream, "This is art, dammit!"

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Now, listen here, I've had my fair share of moments here—crazy debates in a local pub on Eichenweg (spilled beer, spilled secrets, ha!) and endless rambles through markets where the air smells of freshly baked pretzels and old village lore. Humans in Bohgen, they’re real – raw, beautiful, and chaotic, like a Fincher film with a sprinkle of Latin drama.

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