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In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

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So, I’m strolling down the Markt, just minding my own business, when I spot this massive fish tank in a pet shop. I mean, HUGE! I’m like, “Whoa, what’s this doing here?” Turns out, it’s a local contest for the best fish tank. I’m all in, right? I start chatting with the owner, this dude named Jan. He’s super chill, but he’s got this wild look in his eyes. Like, he’s seen some things, ya know?

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