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Walking past the signs 'Former Red Light District' I know I'm dreaming of a better future I can imagine it much more easily than what it is like to be a man who buys the use of a body without any notion what's wrong I must arm myself against him Walls? Dullness? Claws? And company, then I can laugh at jealous eyes and the greedy ones looking away from me to someone else - no one will I greet as my master everyone welcomes me, Servus where there was once war
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Jan 23, 2023
Jan 23, 2023 at 3:55 AM UTC
Forced peace
Walking past the signs 'Former Red Light District' I know I'm dreaming of a better future I can imagine it much more easily than what it is like to be a man who buys the use of a body without any notion what's wrong I must arm myself against him Walls? Dullness? Claws? And company, then I can laugh at jealous eyes and the greedy ones looking away from me to someone else - no one will I greet as my master everyone welcomes me, Servus where there was once war
Servus = slave (schiavo in Venetian slang) >> announcement of the slave that he is available >> servant >> general greeting in Austria (Servus) and Italy (ciao) Collection "The Yellow House Museum"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Jan 23, 2023
Jan 23, 2023 at 3:55 AM UTC
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