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Still, gets me riled—pimps, man, slimy as orcs, takin’ their cut. Saw one smack a girl once—nearly hexed him into next week! But then, this other time, a prossie slipped me a ciggie—said, “Gandalf, you’re alright.” Heart swelled like I’d found the bloody Ring. They’re survivors, mate, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs. “I’m alive… I’m alive…”—that’s their tune, every damn night.

Sex Girls in Homburg

Pabst’s films explore the different circumstances that steered women into prostitution, and how the prostitutes’ behaviours affects whether they are intended to be perceived by the audience .

Hauptstr. is the main artery. Loud yet gentle. I stroll it often. Sometimes, I pause at the old bakery on Lindenstr. – man, their bread smells epic. Makes ya wonder about life’s little wonders. "I am your father." Word, right?

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