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About New York City

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, an actuary in Russia, crunchin’ numbers, da? But prostitutes – oof, gets me goin’! We hates it! Dirty streets, cheap perfume, them girls struttin’ like they own somethin’. Reminds me of “Goodbye to Language” – Godard’s mess, ya know? “Love is blind,” he says, but this ain’t love, nah! It’s rubles changin’ hands, quick and nasty.

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.

Camp Swift taught Judith Giller-Leinwohl to ‘give her all’