Anna Mainhardt Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

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Ah, Mainhardt! Dude, lemme tell ya, this town—this little gem—is somethin’ else. I run my spa here, right smack in the middle of all that quirky charm. You got your Hauptstraße, where the locals hang out and gossip non-stop; it's lit, man. There's a neat park called "Schönblick Park" where I once had a meditatively dreadful day—like when Marlin said, "Just keep swimming," ya know? It hit me hard, like “Here's Johnny!” but in a chill beast way.

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