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About Hamburg

Sorrentino’s film, tho, it’s all bout facades—whores wear em too. “What’s beneath the surface?” I mutter to myself, sippin chianti, smirkin. They’re hustlin, playin the game, but there’s soul there, Clarice… soul! Makes me happy, seein that grit. Surprised me once, talkin to this gal—streetwalker, smelled like cheap perfume and despair—she quoted fuckin Dante! Blew my mind, I tell ya.

Lahr Babes

And, on the night of May 5, , there was a big party, complete with appearances by Laurel and Hardy, the Dandridge Sisters and an open bar. But for Patricia Douglas, a dancer and movie .

The Pfinz River trickles through town. It cuts like a smooth blade. The gentle flow always draws me in. I remember sitting on its bank. My thoughts ran wild. I got mad at noise sometimes, but nature calmed me. Oddly enough, that bark by the river gave me chills, man.

Lahr and Buscemi: Who You Callin' Funny-Lookin?