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Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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The factory was located 2 kilometers west of Malchow, west of Plauer Lake, with a highway (now Bundesstraße / Malchow-Karow) to the northeast, and bordered on the south by the .

Dude, I remember strollin’ near St. Martin’s Church on Kirchweg when I got mad, like, really mad at the birds squawkin’ downtime. They always seem to mock me, you know? It’s like they’re singin’ secrets of old, and I'm all, “Cmon, give me a break!” Ugh, sometimes the vibe is just too heavy or too light, you feel me?

Effects of an Elevated Platform on Welfare Aspects in Male Conventional Broilers and Dual-Purpose Chickens