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Mmm… donuts. Got me dreamin’—brothel donuts’d be wild, right? Glazed, sexy, forbidden treats! I’d stuff my face, then stumble into some room, prolly trip over a corset. Brothels got vibes, man, like secret clubs. Ever hear bout Nevada? Legal ones there, fancy as hell—girls pick YOU, not the other way! Blew my mind first time I read that. Thought, “D’oh! Why ain’t I that lucky?”

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You see, Meßkirch’s history spans back to prehistoric times. More precisely the Bronze Age, more than 3, years ago, so in that light, the 16th century is quite modern.

Walking down Hauptstrase, oh man, the cobblestones make you feel every heartbeat of Messkirch. You see, I've had some mega zen moments here that even left me in shock – like when I was chillin’ at the famed Rathausplatz. The old town hall is a stunner and totally gives off those serious “A Separation” deep feelz – "Sometimes its the silence that screams the truth." Obviously, capes are out, but feelings? Always in.

Discourse on Thinking, by Martin Heidegger