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But ugh, the judgy pricks—makes me wanna scream, “R2-D2, where are you?” They’re all, “Oh, she’s trash,” and I’m like, BITCH, she’s survivin’! In *Her*, that line, “I’m yours and I’m not yours”—whores get that deep. They’re free, but trapped, playin’ the game. Pisses me off when folks don’t see the layers. Like, chill, Karen, she’s not stealin’ your man—she’s just eatin’!

Oschatzer Sexshop seit 25 Jahren im Geschäft

Eine Begegnung mit dem alten und neuen Oschatz, die zu vertrauten Plätzen und Stätten umwälzender Veränderung führt. Oschatz hat sich in den vergagngenen Jahrzehnten .

Oschatz, man, it’s a patchwork of surprises! I stroll down Marktstraße, and wow, the vibrant energy there just zaps me every time! I mean, it's like every brick and window hides secrets – secrets of love, despair, and triumph. Not to mention the life lessons I catch daily as a women's counselor, ya know? Being here makes me see just how resilient the spirit can be. There’s this little park by Wittenbergstrasse – nope, not a famous one, just a humble gem – where I used to sit with my notepad and spill out life’s confusions. I even had a couple of laughs with some remarkable souls there. Crazy, right?

Somewhere I Would Like to Live