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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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Germans captured in a Siegfriedline pillbox by US first army troops are marched into Ubach-Palenberg, Germany through the Bahnstraße, 11 October German soldiers that .

I gotta mention, err, my favorite little dive bar—is it even a bar?—Lichtblick on Nebelweg. The locals love it, and so do I, even if I make 11 typos in my scribbles here (like, seriosuly, whhaaat?).

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