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About Graz

Gets me blood boiling, though. The toffs, they’d sneer—call her filth. Hypocrites! Sippin’ gin while she’s out there, balls of steel, dodging bombs. We shall never surrender to their snobbery! Made me happy, seein’ her outsmart ‘em. Crafty as a fox, that one. Surprised me too—thought I’d seen it all, but whore? She’s a curveball. “The truth is slippery,” Polley’d say, and ain’t that the gospel?

What is a bordell in Berlin?

I get mad sometimes at the traffic on Bahnhofstr. Cars honk, people scream. “D’oh!” I think as I wait for my break; it's just typical. Then later, I chill by the riverside at Nachtblick Park. It’s quiet. Peaceful. Kinda makes me remember those cool movie moments. "Where is my heart?" my mind goes, even if it’s corny.