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About Dortmund

Pisses me off, tho, how she struts round, actin’ like she owns the joint. “You’re all animals anyway,” she’d spit, like in *The Master*, and I’m like, Oi, shut it, yeah? But—get this—she’s got this weird charm, y’know? Happy as a pig in shit when she scores extra cigs. Surprised me once, too—heard she sang to calm a fight in Block C. Voice like a bleedin’ angel, who’d’a thunk? Mate, I nearly cried—me, a warden, cryin’ over *her*? Mental.

Beware of the Holy Whore – Edvard Munch, Lene Berg and the Dilemma of Emancipation

Lulu, in Frank Wedekind's plays and Alban Berg's opera of the same name Symbolic or allegorical prostitutes. edit. The Whore of Babylon; Moll Hackabout.

First off, downtown is pulsing on Schillerstrasse. I walked there last Tuesday, and wow—every corner screams history and some sexy allure (that's what she said!). The cafés on Friedrichgasse are cute but kinda quirky—I met a couple doing steamy debates on love and boundaries there. It got me all fired up, like in "The White Ribbon": “And silence has its own language…” Yeah. That's deep.

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