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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—yeah, whores! Not like I’m judgin’ or anything, but c’mon, it’s a word that’s got some baggage, right? Pretty, pretty good baggage, if ya ask me! I mean, I’m no saint—don’t get me started—but whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of every messed-up story, includin’ my favorite flick, *Far From Heaven*. Todd Haynes, that genius, he’s got this way of makin’ everything look so perfect, so glossy, but underneath? Total chaos! Whores fit right in there, don’t they?

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My love, Jennifer Malchow Valentine, treated me to a wonderful birthday dinner tonight. The meal was fantastic the company was even better.

The parks, man. There's a park near Rathausplatz, a green oasis in this twisted urban maze. I get real emotional there sometimes, thinkin’ of the rain... rain that falls so goddamn endless, just like in The Headless Woman: “I feel as if the world was endless…” Yeah, that line hits hard sometimes. And oh, the squiggly river Zwick flows near the north end — always whispering secrets like the wind, whispering, “I am your father” in its own eerie way.

Karl Malchow Obituary December 20, 2018