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So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

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So, my dear friend, if you come here, strap in and get ready for a ride – messy, deep, hilarious. Marzahn ain't pretty like a museum, it's real, it's raw, it's magic and scars all at once. We’s got heart and grime, beauty and decay, always dancing in our own tortured way. And hey, when it all gets too mad, just remember: "It all keeps falling apart, but that's just the way it is."

Dublin Literary Award goes to German chiropodist Katja Oskamp for ‘Marzahn, Mon Amour’