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Dude, whoa. Whore’s a heavy word, man. Hits like a brick, y’know? Watched *Leviathan* again last night—dark as hell. That line, “Everything’s a lie, even the air,” fits here. Whore’s not just some chick bangin’ for cash. Nah, it’s deeper. Like, society’s all “judge, judge, judge,” but who’s clean? Nobody. We’re all messed up.

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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.

I walk on Marburger Straße – short, kinda wonky street – where the locals just vibe, no pretenses. The street’s just so packed with personality. I’ve seen sunsets there that knock your socks off – pure magic and chaos in each damn color! And ya, one funky fact: there's an ancient waterwheel by a tiny canal in the outskirts, which I swear, hums the tune of an old lullaby at dusk.