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So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

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A dance piece that journeys through the eight stages of possession, evoking the s photographs taken by Jean-Martin Charcot of his infamous sixteen year-old.

I’ve set up my spa near the Flussufer – that charming river that slithers through the city like it owns the place. Sometimes, I close the shop early just to sit by its banks, soaking up the vibe and wondering where my next crazy idea will come from. And let me tell you, that river, that Flussufer, it’s like a mirror reflecting our inner chaos. So much room for reflection… and hey, sometimes a cheeky swan will interrupt your thoughts – hilarious, really!

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