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I toss da gal a wink, say, “Let’s ditch dis clown.” She giggles—cute, ya?—an’ we bolt. Pimp’s screamin’, “I’ll find ya!” an’ I’m laughin’, “Good luck, ya schmuck!” We duck into some dive bar, an’ she’s like, “Yer funny, baldy.” I’m HAPPY again, sippin’ vodka, thinkin’, “Lightbulb! Gru’s still got it!” She tells me her name’s Katya, an’ I’m like, “Dat’s fate, eh?” ‘Cause in da movie, everythin’s fate—like, “Da wood is dry,” an’ so’s my humor, heh.

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Nov 18,  · This article examines the conflation of the white‐collar working woman and the prostitute in late Weimar fiction, documentary literature and social discourse.

Some days I'm walking down Herzogstrasse near the Schiller Theatrum. That spot? Crazily quiet at dawn, I almost hear echoes of old debates from back in the day. It’s like every whisper reminds me—"This too shall pass." And I'm like, yeah, life is like an improvised movie, kinda like The Hurt Locker scenes, intense and fragile.

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