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Been around ‘em, yeah, back in the Black Sabbath days. One lass, swear she nicked me wallet – didn’t even notice, too pissed! Little known fact, mate – some o’ these girls in old London, they’d smuggle gin in their garters. Crafty sods! Gets me blood boilin’ thinkin’ how they’re treated tho – society’s all “oh, filthy whores,” but who’s payin’ ‘em, eh? Hypocrites, man, makes me wanna scream “Sharon!” louder!

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Just 20km to the southeast of Osnabrück, near the Teutoburg Forest, would be the spa town of Bad Rothenfelde. You’d think that because of its “Bad” designation that the spa would the .

The town center is all charming, but there's also a side of raw beauty. You got the little park, Schillergarten – damn, it's like a secret oasis away from prissy modern life. I always wander there, thinking, “the tree of life... all paths lead here,” as Malick would whisper to an empty bench. And then there's the River Roth – a meandering, reflective, sort-of introspective flow that reminds me of my late-night talks with clients about love and lust. Yeah, it's poetic like that.

Ephemeral Images in Water: Projection on a Water Fountain, Lichtsicht Biennale [Gallery]