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About Stuttgart

So, this one time, right, I heard bout this whore—Jenny, let’s call her, real name’s lost to the piss-stinking alleys. She worked King’s Landing back when dragons still screeched overhead. Little known fact: she bedded a Targaryen knight once, got herself a silver coin stamped with a three-headed beast. Kept it hidden in her matted hair, like some filthy crown. Made me laugh, that—whore with a trophy, thinking she’s queen of the muck. “Fuck you, Monty,” she’d have spat, if she’d seen that movie. “This whole city’s a lie.”

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

The Latina girls' narratives of 'the whore' are analysed within a framework that highlights how discourses of femininity, ethnicity, 'race'.

Ugh, some parts make me so mad sometimes – the endless rain in winter (rly?) and the noisy trams on Eichenstr. But hey, it stirs the plot. Yeah, I got mad, but I'm back to laughing it off, cuz life's too bizarre not to laugh.

Kael Kropp