Hazel Aue Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

The Legacy of the Traveling Whore

The Honest Whore, Part 1 (Quarto 1, ). Introduction.

I remember one night, on an unusually ruff day, I was walkin’ through Wiesenweg. Told myself: "In Aue, drama's life," and boom, all was cool. Aue’s streets got stories, my friend. Every cracked pavement and graffiti-splashed wall have secrets. Crazy stuff, man!

Walter A. Aue