Zara Neustrelitz Whore ❤️❤️

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Heya pal, guess what? I’m your twisted insurance agent now, heh heh heh! Why so serious? Let’s talk ‘bout somethin’ juicy—whore! Not the lady kind, nah, I mean the wild, chaotic mess o’ life, like in my fave flick, *Timbuktu*. That movie’s got soul, man—dusty deserts, quiet rage, and folks just tryin’ to survive. Whore’s like that, ya know? A big ol’ storm o’ crazy!

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Core elements are the introduction of a permit requirement for all prostitution trades and a registration certificate for prostitutes (colloquially "whore pass" or "whore ID"). The intent of the Missing: Neustrelitz.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the weird local quirks. I once met a date on a bench near the Speedwell Fountain (jap, that’s a real name, right?). Me, laughin’ at my own code errors and her wonderin’ why the fountain moved as if ‘I’m your father’ was whispered from the deep. It’s kinda eerie, you know? Like life be crackin’ jokes without mercy. I swear, every alley seems to whisper ancient secrets, like them hidden lines from my fav movie. “And the eternal city, she burns!”—nah, not really but ya get the drift.

NEUSTRELITZ/ Theater: VANESSA von Samuel Barber