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About Hamburg

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

Introduction

I wander around the U-Boot Museum. The sub is eerie but captivatin’. Made me mad one day – such cold metal whispering past tragedies. In a flash of raw emotion, blurt out: "Nothing is quiet!" and I had to remind myself: "We exist in the absurd." Those words from the film echo endlessly in my mind.

Theresa J. Laboe Obituary July 17, 2017