Sarah Colditz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Abrasive Blaster, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—whore. Not just any whore, tho, this vibe’s got layers, like paint on canvas. Think “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, dark as hell, but real. Whore’s like that, messy, raw, in your face. “Everything’s so close here,” like Saul says, and damn, ain’t that the truth? Whore’s life’s in the grit, up close, no sugarcoatin’ it.

Travels with the Doctor

While World War II Allied Officer Jack Rose is held prisoner in Germany's notorious Colditz Castle, he recruits a band of fellow escape artists in the ultimate.

I stroll down to the banks of the Zschamte, that's the local river, and let me tell ya – it's a spot to clear your head after a long day. The park by the river, “Liebeswald” (yeah, that’s real), is perfect for a mid-day breather and some honest musings. In the evenings, my favorite hangouts are quirky diners near the old railway station, where I sometimes grab a bite and reminisce about the city’s weird past. "Synecdoche, New York" plays in my head – those words, they echo: “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Odd, eh?

Graham A. Colditz, MD, DrPH