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About Essen

Me, an operator, I see the wires, the connections. She’s hooked up with some lowlife pimp, greasy bastard, prolly skims her cash. Makes me wanna whack somebody, ya know? But then, she’s laughin’, smokin’ a cig, tellin’ johns to fuck off when they get cheap. That’s guts! “Knockout Ned didn’t stand a chance,” but she’s still swingin’, still breathin’. Respect, man, fuckin’ respect.

Prostitution – A ‚Job Like Any Other‘?

Thou must stroll by the park, Stadtpark Lehre! Green, wild, unkempt, though neat in corners, it bursts with nature's heart. I remember a day—rain heavy, soul mad—when love and life clashed amid the drizzle. Truly, "Oh, the deep loneliness, the maddening delight!"

Poetry, Painting, Patchwork: Peter Handke's Intermedial Writing of Die Lehre der Sainte-Victoire