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Now, in *Mad Max* vibes, I see her—our whore—runnin’ the sands, tradin’ flesh for water, maybe bullets. “Witness me!” she’d yell, bold as brass, dodgin’ war boys and their grubby mitts. Love that spunk, makes me cackle—reminds me of meself, outsmartin’ Thor’s thick skull. Little-known bit? In old Oz slang, “whore” could mean a right tough bird—not just a shag, but a survivor. Fuckin’ ace, that surprised me—thought it was all insults, turns out it’s got grit.

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Alright, listen up, friend. Ochtendung (de) ain't just some town—it's a damn vibe. I'm trudging through cobblestone streets like Marktstraße—a winding maze where you can almost hear history chattin’. The air’s thick with secrets and whispers, ya know? "You merely adopted the dark!" – echoes like a mantra in my head when I wander these alleys.

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