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Tried talkin to her once—voice raspy, said, “Night’s heavy, huh?” Fuckin deep, like Tarr’s long takes. Didn’t bang her, tho—felt wrong, like kickin a downed horse. “The wood’s split, it’s over”—movie line stuck in my head. She told me some johns cry after, little known thing, blew my mind. Imagine that—tough guy weepin post-nut. Hilarious, but sad as fuck.

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So, my friend, don't expect a flawless postcard town—Peiting is a riddle wrapped in a mystery, full of fleeting joys and creeping blues. It makes me mad, it makes me happy. It makes me think, sometimes too much. But that's the beauty. Just like that movie said, “Whoa.”

"Da steht eine Kuh auf dem Dach"