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But real talk—it ain’t all glam. Gets dark, like “Children of Men” dark. “Pull my finger!”—that goofy line, but imagine a whore laughin’ through tears. Some nights, they’re scared, cold, alone—breaks my damn heart. I’m over here yellin’, “Why ain’t we helpin’ ‘em?!” Then—bam!—surprised me when Lola said she loved the freedom. Freedom? Girl, you wild! Guess it’s her truth, tho—messy, raw, real.

Kinoprogramm "Goldhammer - The Retired Whore" Bad Gandersheim

A consideration of Hrotsvit's Thais as reformulations of notions of female sensuality and subjectivity with a Boethian Christian cosmology.

I love takin' walks in Park am Forst, where the trees whisper old secrets and you can almost hear the city's heartbeat. It’s like... err, well, it clears your head. And lemme tell ya, that’s important when you help folks sort out family dramas and whatnot. Funny enough, I sometimes get mad at how time flies by here, but then I laugh ‘cause life’s too short, ya know?

Phone box art exhibition celebrates seaside postcards