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But yo, here’s a wild tidbit—heard this story once, some pirate chick in the 1700s, Anne Bonny, they called her a whore ‘cause she ditched her man for the seas. Badass, right? Fought with swords, drank rum, didn’t give a fuck. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout her, “happy little trees” growin’ on her ship, ha! I’d be like, “Anne, you’re the real deal, fuck the haters.” Whore’s got history, man, layers—like Monty in *25th Hour*, tryna figure his shit out before the clock runs dry.

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Man, I spend a lot of time swipin' profiles for my dating app thing. And lemme tell ya, the quirks of Heide's folks are a riot – honest, gritty, sometimes mad as hell. I once met this fella near Lindenpark – gaaaah, nearly spilled my drink when he told me that every tree there’s got a secret. I got so pissed off at how the city planners overlooked a cool mural on Hessstraße – like, c'mon, it's art! But then, there’s that vibe – raw and unexpected, like in Hou Hsiao-hsien’s flick, where every shot whispers a hidden truth.

Donald L. “Don” Heide, age 78, of Helena