Lila Dueren Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

Kinoprogramm "Goldhammer - The Retired Whore" Düren, Rheinland

Look, Dueren ain't just streets and parks. The little river, the Wurm, flows near St. Martinsplatz, calm yet persistent – like my own rhythm. I gotta tell ya, the vibe there hits me when I knead out scars of life. And the folks? Hella friendly, ya know? They share the spirit of their city even if they ain't perfectionists – I mean, come on, sometimes I trip over my own feet on busy trails (oops, my bad, legit 12 typos in my head: trp, mssng, wht, nd, sml, wndrful, lke, nrml, gr8, gud, hrts, nd!).

Howard Marks, 70, drug smuggler turned author