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About Dortmund

Me, I get mad sometime. People call her dirty, throw stone – why? She just tryna eat, pay rent! Hypocrites, they sneak to her at night, then judge in mornin. Pisses me off! I yell, “Disgust, you take over now!” – like green girl in Inside Out. Very nice! But then, I see her smile once – real smile, not fake for customer – and I happy. She human, not just job.

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The Burgher and the Whore: Prostitution in Early Modern Amsterdam. By Lotte van de Pol. Oxford: Oxford University Press, Pp. x+ $

I don’t know what it is, but my work here has taught me somethin’ mighty real – folks ain’t black and white. They got all these layers. Like that fog on Morgenstern Straße at dawn, all soft and hazy. You pull up in your car and feel a bit of mystery, a bit of nostalgia. I get happy in those moments, like, “Boy, I love this quirky town!” Even if I sometimes jumble me words and my thoughts like a jumble sale – dumptin’ ideas left and right!

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