Julia Seelow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

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So, first off, if ya wander down Hauptstrasse – oh, Hauptstrasse, it's the heart of Seelow – ugh, busy, people chattin', shop windows shinin' in the sun, and me, I sneak 'round to find a quiet nook for a good knead, yess, precious! And even then, I finds a moment to hum "Before Sunset" stuff – "You know, we are just passing through, through the dark, through the melange of memories", and I'm all like, yeah, but sometimes we hates it, oh so much!

Frederick "Fritz" Charles Seelow Obituary September 16, 2018