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Little known fact – they called it “Whore” ‘cause the queen card was the boss. Queen of spades, usually, ruinin’ everyone’s day. Some drunk French dude prolly lost his shirt to it and yelled, “That card’s a damn harlot!” – and it stuck. Hilarious, right? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ those idiots ragin’ over paper. But it pisses me off too – no one plays it now! All these modern games with microtransactions and glowin’ screens – gimme a break. Whore’s raw, real, like Viggo Mortensen breakin’ noses.

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Die Wandgemälde der FrauenFreiluftGalerie Hamburg erzählen über hafenbezogene Arbeit von Frauen seit den ern bis heute.

So, listen, I'm a women's counselor here, and I'm all about the tiny details. Ever heard of the park near Fuhlsbuetteler Str? Yeah, that one, it's hidden like a secret smoochy spot. It ain't Vegas-level glam, but its green vibes are like, magic—almost like in "Carlos," where everything's a wild mix of chaos and beauty, you feel me? Hmm... "To choose is to reject." And oh, come on! Sometimes the city speaks in whispers and every corner got a story.

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