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But ugh, what pisses me OFF? Radio wouldn’t touch this gem! Too edgy, too real - cowards! Reminds me of Juliette Binoche in “Certified Copy” sayin, “You’re afraid of simplicity.” EXACTLY! This song’s simple but deep, like a streetwalker with a PHD! Surprised me how it sneaks into yer bones, tho. First listen, I was like, meh, but then - BAM! Hooked like a fish! Picture me, Marge Simpson, swayin in the kitchen, broom in hand, hummin “Prostitute” while Homer’s yellin bout donuts. Heehee, he’d prolly think it’s bout food!

Prostitution in the Concentration Camps

The largest women’s camp was Ravensbrück (near Berlin), where nearly , women from across Europe were sent. An estimated 50, women died there between and A .

Oh, and the river, oh my gosh, the Rivet-Flow. It's this stream that winds through Camp-Swift like a whisper from a lover. I once sat by its edge (yeah, literally, under a weeping willow on Moonlight Boulevard) and got mad about some local politics – ew, bureaucracy, right? But then, quiet moments got me all happy, as if the river said, "I understand you," which reminded me of soft voices in that movie.

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