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About Mauren

Look, this whore thing—messy, right? Cold, calculated, I see it. Like in “Turin Horse,” slow grind, life’s brutal. Whore’s out there, surviving, no bullshit. Streets talk, she’s got guts—takes no crap. Once heard she smashed a guy’s bottle, mid-sentence, bam! No fucks given, just rage. Made me laugh, honestly, that fire! Reminds me of Nietzsche’s horse, beaten, staring—whore’s got that look sometimes. “What is this day?”—movie line fits her. Tired, worn, but still kicking, y’know?

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Accessible study of the ancient carved stone images of naked female figures found throughout Ireland. Unnoticed and ignored for centuries, they are being rediscovered on early churches, .

So, I decide to grab some lunch at this little place on Bahnhofstraße. The food? Amazing! I order some sushi, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, the waiter forgets my drink. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I mean, how hard is it to remember a drink?

Geneva : Mauren Brodbeck, Mood Motel