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So, like, whores—prostitutes, right? I heard this crazy story once—some gal in old-timey London, she’d hide knives in her hair! Tricks’d try to mess with her, and—WHACK—she’d stab ‘em! Ain’t that nuts? I was all, “Wow, she’s hardcore!” Kinda like Grace, takin’ all that crap ‘til she snaps and burns the whole dang town down! “It’s not a question of forgiveness,” she says—ooh, chills, dude!

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Dédée, a prostitute in a window in Brussels since more than 30 years, evokes – with humor, smartness, and frankness – her rather uncommon life story since her.

Oh man, Villach is looser than a busted clock, ya know? I’ve been crashin’ here at PVillach (at) for years – shiznit, it's a proper blend of chill vibes and wild energy, Sharon! Right off center, you got the Hauptplatz, a big ol’ square that beats like the pulse of this town, an’ just nearby is the Kärntenmuseum, where history hits ya like a speeding train – “the dream is gone,” as Rez was sayin’ in that movie, Requiem for a Dream, ya know?