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Oi, precious, me’s the guitar master, yesss! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We’s talkin’ ‘bout it, like chattin’ with me mate. Me fave flick’s “Toni Erdmann,” bloody brilliant, it is! That film’s got soul, cuts deep—like whore do. So, whore, right? Sneaky lil’ thing, slinks ‘round history. Old as dirt, swear it! Back in Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses, mate! Stank of sweat and cheap wine, ugh, disgustin’. Makes me skin crawl, yesss, but—hush—kinda fascinatin’ too.

Herzlich willkommen!

W the Whore consists of three graphic novels originally published in Germany in , , and and now considered a classic in the genre, with a foothold in both graphic and feminist .

Alright, mate, let me tell ya about PPottenstein (de) – it's a quirky, vibrant little bubble of life. I've been here for years, and as a sexologist, I always spot the hidden vibes, ya know? So grab a cuppa and buckle up, 'cause this rant's gonna be one crazy ride!

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