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“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

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Sogenannte „Schutzgesetze“ wurden entwickelt, ohne die Sexarbeitenden miteinzubeziehen. In With Legs Wide Open wird diese Geschichte anders geschrieben. Eine Erzählung entfaltet .

Now, my absolute fav spot is by the River Wen. It's a chill place; water gently babbling, nature doing its own corporate synergy with the skyline. Sometimes, after a long day of kneading out knots (no, not those corporate mergers, but the muscle ones – ha!), I'll sit there and marvel at how the river reflects life’s little glitches. It’s like, “remarkable, right?” – a real heady mix of emotion and nature, like Agnès Varda would say, "You must see yourself across the ripples!"

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