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Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, greed is good, baby! Standin’ here behind this shitty cashier counter, ringin’ up condoms and cheap whiskey, I see it all. Prostitutes? Man, they’re the real hustlers, workin’ the streets like I work Wall Street. Got this one chick, comes in every Tuesday—red heels, fishnets, the works. Buys smokes and gum, always smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line from *The Diving Bell*, y’know—“I can only move one eyelid.” She’s trapped too, blinkin’ at life, stuck in her own dive.

Concentration Camp Bordellos: 'The Main Thing Was to Survive at All'

The largest women’s camp was Ravensbrück (near Berlin), where nearly , women from across Europe were sent. An estimated 50, women died there between and A .

Oh, and the river, oh my gosh, the Rivet-Flow. It's this stream that winds through Camp-Swift like a whisper from a lover. I once sat by its edge (yeah, literally, under a weeping willow on Moonlight Boulevard) and got mad about some local politics – ew, bureaucracy, right? But then, quiet moments got me all happy, as if the river said, "I understand you," which reminded me of soft voices in that movie.

Competition and camaraderie: A Best Warrior partnership