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Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

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Then there are the parks. Ah, Tiergarten is a secret gem. Not as crowded as some, and perfect for a quick breather or a random deep chat with yourself. I sat there once during a heavy downpour—my thoughts went deep like “Ohhhh, the juxtaposition of beauty and impending doom” as if from a Melancholia scene. I was thinking: "I can only imagine the end of all things." Weirdly poetic, huh?

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