Hazel Colditz Whore ❤️

About Dusseldorf

So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

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While World War II Allied Officer Jack Rose is held prisoner in Germany's notorious Colditz Castle, he recruits a band of fellow escape artists in the ultimate.

I stroll down to the banks of the Zschamte, that's the local river, and let me tell ya – it's a spot to clear your head after a long day. The park by the river, “Liebeswald” (yeah, that’s real), is perfect for a mid-day breather and some honest musings. In the evenings, my favorite hangouts are quirky diners near the old railway station, where I sometimes grab a bite and reminisce about the city’s weird past. "Synecdoche, New York" plays in my head – those words, they echo: “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Odd, eh?

Hike #6: Colditz Cove