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I’d sneak in, ya know? Peek around, Bart-style. Bet it smells like cheap perfume. Or desperation. Hella dark, like when they dig in the movie. Diggin’ for truth, but—nah, just dirt. Brothels bury crap too. Nobody’s confessin’. Makes me laugh, tho. Imagine Homer runnin’ one! “D’oh, forgot the girls!”

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I gets all gobbled up by Stolpen’s vibe, the mix of old soul and wild new hearts. The locals are passionate but shy, like hidden treasures in every nook and cranny. Sometimes, I wander along Ziegelweg, musing on sex, life, and all that messy beauty – a medley of excitement and sometimes, oh, a bit maddening frustration too, hsss. I've seen lovers arguing, then making up right there. It's raw, honest, and just like that movie, precious, raw harvest of life—a gleaning, gleaning of our tangled human hearts.

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