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Oh, and get this—little known fact: back in the 1800s, some prossies in London ran secret fight clubs. Bare-knuckle shit, takin’ bets! Badass, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ they had some power, even if it was dirty. I’d watch that movie—prossie Rocky, yo! Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, they’re survivors, like Eli. “Be me a little.” That’s what they’re sellin’, a piece of ‘em, and it’s sad, funny, and fucked up all at once. Don’t pee on my leg and call it noble—it’s just real.

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In a documentary about young artist, model, sex worker, and instagrammer Eva Collé, Pia Hellenthal combines an intimate diary with a.

Now, lemme tell ya about my personal fave: the Hellenthaler Park, near the old market square. Yeah, that one next to the ancient town hall. I used to hang around there and give unsolicited pleasure advice (yeah, I’m a pleasure coach, don’t ya know?), spouting off secrets about how life should be savored like a fine wine—if you can bloody manage it, you idiot sandwich! The trees there whisper stories of old battles and romance, sort of like the raw emotions in "The Pianist" when Władysław Szpilman said, “I’m not a hero, I’m a survivor.” Raw, right?!

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