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About Dusseldorf

We come in peace (robotic tone). yo, so i’m a vet, right? but i gotta spill bout prostitue—prostitute, damn it! weirdest case ever landed in my clinic. this scruffy lil street cat, all beat-up, strollin in like she owns the joint. named her prostitute—cuz she’s out there hustlin, y’know? works the alleys, tradin purrs for scraps. “i’m not a cat, i’m a woman!”—hah, straight outta *Her*, that vibe. she’s got soul, man, soul!

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The article aims to re-read Rev amid the catastrophic patterns of sexual abuse in the Catholic Church.

Down Hafenstraße, oh, the wonderful pier! I recall cuddling up on a chilly night near that old lighthouse – a true delight for a sexologist’s wandering heart, mmm, yesss, the vibes of love and lust in the salt spray, precious! We felt like two rebels, like in Moulin Rouge! "Happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time!" but in the sea-salt fog, yesss.

Judy Barth Obituary (2025) - Brewerton, NY