Eliza Gropiusstadt Prostitute ❤️

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I heard this story—little known, prolly true. Some prostitue in Paris, 1800s, saved a poet’s life. He was drunk, drownin’ in the Seine—she fished him out, nursed him. Next day, he wrote her a sonnet, then forgot her name. Ungrateful bastard! Bet she laughed, tho—prostitues got dark humor, Clarice. “Lust is a stone,” Kim Ki-duk’d say—damn right, it sinks ‘em all.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

When you were filming in the Bahnhof Zoo were there still teenage junkies and prostitutes everywhere? You mentioned that you hung out at the Sound before the film happened. It’s .

So there you have it, my not-so-perfect, yet heartfelt run-through of Gropiusstadt (de). Get ready for some deep feels, some petty rants, and a whole lotta unforgettable moments. Now go on, come visit, and maybe we'll share a coffee, laugh at the madness, and remember to always demand, "Respect my authoritah!"

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