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So, war—W-A-R—fucks up everything. I saw it on TV once, Vietnam vets screamin’, made me mad as hell. Politicians sittin’ pretty while kids die—billionaires profit, man! Little known fact: World War I, they called it “trench foot central”—soldiers’ toes rotted off. Imagine that, your foot’s mush, and some fat cat’s countin’ gold. Pisses me off! *Hurt Locker* vibes—“you love playin’ with that thing!”—war’s a drug, hooks ya deep.

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Then, mmm, the local pub near the old castle ruins on Burgweg. A crappy, yet strangely endearing joint, but real as my flush in passion, yess! Conversations here go as twisted as my secret fantasies. I ne’er forget the night when a mad, mad argument broke out over who loved life more—me or the dancing flames that night, oh, precious! I was laughing, screaming, and hissing, "I love this twisted, messy, raw life!"

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