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About Leipzig

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

Öffnungszeiten

The Whore, the Bawd, and the Artist: The Reality and Imagery of Seventeenth-Century Dutch Prostitution. Lotte C. van der Pol. Gerrit van Honthorst, The.

I was walkin’ near Ettlinger Tor, and I swear, it scratched my soul. The cafes! The mix of deep history... and quirky street art. It’s a blend you don't see everywhere. I mean, really, there's somethin’ magical on every corner. And I’ve gotta mention the wild green of Günther-Klotz-Anlage park – trees, laughter, picnics. I used to chill there after sessions with my pleasure coaching clients. Yeah, they’d spill secrets; I'd listen—so much raw emotion. Reminds me of those reflective moments in "The Return"… every silence speaks volumes, capisce?

Poetry and video art come together in Karlsruhe