Mila Altdorf Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I’m shocked, tho—heard whispers she saved a kid once, pulled him outta some dodgy alley. Whore with a heart? Fuckin’ wild, right? I’m like, “Ruby, you’re a nutter!” She just winks, says, “Keeps me warm, luv.” Dunno if it’s true, but I wanna believe it—adds that Grand Budapest charm, all quirky and unexpected. “To be frank, I think his world had vanished,” but hers? Still kickin’, mate.

(Chemistry laboratory at the University of Altdorf (engraving))

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Man, Altdorf’s got parks, too—Pfalzgarten Park, our secret hideaway, where the river murmurs softly like a lover’s lie, hisses, hisses. I sit there sometimes, lost in thought, ALL the TOTALLY messy, chaotic feelings. I remember once when I got mad at a squabble of kids, screaming "Why so serious, precious?"—but then, giggles! The park is our common ground, where nature and neuroses dance together.

Book review: Into the Light: The art of Egon Altdorf — sculpture, woodcuts, glass design, poetry by Judith Le Grove, Graham Ward, Deborah Lewer, Dorothea Schöne, Julia Kelly