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Little known fact, check this: back in ‘49, some whore in Nevada saved a town. Fire’s ragin, she’s bangin the mayor for fun, spots smoke, screams bloody murder. Town’s saved, she’s a hero, but still a whore—ironic, huh? “You’ve always been a son of a bitch,” Margot’d say, smirkin at life’s twists. Love that dry-ass humor, fits whores perfect—sarcasm’s their shield.

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(whore) Sharmuutooyin i.w.m. Qoxootiga qaar qaxa loogu hanjabay in mar dambe hadii ay soo istaagaan siliga(Taarka) Xadka la toogan doono.

Ah, my friend, listen closely… I am your father. Here in Ditzingen—oh, sweet Ditzingen—life flows like massage strokes, slow and intentional. Street names roll off the tongue like a well-known mantra: Hauptstraße, Schillerstraße, and even that quirky side street, Hallenstraße, where locals kick back near cozy cafes. Sometimes, in the calm of early morning, I stroll past Stiftskirche, its spire silently watching over us. Yeah, that church gives me chills, like, "I am your father" vibes, you know?

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