Edit (Clubs Q)
Ambitious, purchasable and incorruptible.
I realized early on what many people in my environment do to survive - namely, working to death for a shitty wage - that was not going to be the path I wanted to take. I discovered my gift even before I could use it legally. I would have to use my body in combination with my mind to get out of here. I wouldn't live my parents' life. I knew I had to make it out of here.
My sister won't make it anymore. She is seriously ill due to the hygienic conditions she was born into and the rough treatment she received. She had little chance of survival, but she survived. I'm still not sure if it was the better outcome. The little Katalinka (Heart 10) suffered such a severe meningitis that her mental state was frozen forever at the age of just five. Since I'm the younger sister, I only knew her that way, and it always made me sad how this sick girl was treated, but I didn't dare to include her in my life plans. I couldn't bear that responsibility. In the end, I had to abandon her because I wanted to get far away from this place.
At the age of 13 I had to come up with a plan. Since I'm not a natural beauty, I had to work on that problem first. I never found my hair particularly beautiful. They reminded me of a stray dog. The first step of my plan was thus to get money for red hair dye. A few long days in one of the stinking factories in our district, and I had made the money to buy myself a small supply of hair dye and a matching red lipstick.
The new look seemed so surprisingly good that from then on, I didn't have to go to the factory to earn money anymore. I sold myself. Without ever really having learned what sexual services were, I worked my way into the art of seduction job by job. It turned out that I was a natural talent in this area. The clients did not suspect that I was not really 16 years old as claimed, but rather 13, and taught me to recognize everyone's secret desires. I myself felt no desire but the greed for money and the power I felt in these moments made me happy. I had only spent a few months on the streets when I met Charlize, who actually called herself Anatol (Hearts7). She was a popular cabaret artist at night and a man and above all a respected doctor during the day. I was fascinated by her way of shaping the world as she wanted it to be just with her intellect. She had a big heart and helped me to enter other circles, the upper society. She recognized my potential. At first, I could only come to selected events to gain new customers among the fine gentlemen. For the rest of the time I rented a room in a brothel. However, things were chaotic there. One night, my roommate even gave birth to a son (Stue Diamond 10) in between two clients and then often left him at my door while she had to work. I felt sorry for the poor bundle and took care of the little one for years. He grew on me a little, and since I had more and more very wealthy clients, I could help a little. In this fine, crazy world of the rich, there were some interesting people that I always liked to observe and study their behavior. For example, there was a twin prince pair, Friedemar and Carl. (Clubs J, Clubs K). These two young men were born at the same time, and no one knew who was the first to see the light of day, so the big question was who of the two would be the heir to the throne. However, even more than the people, I was fascinated by an exotic animal that was used for all kinds of poker nights, ballroom dances, or drinking parties. It wasn't much bigger than a big dog, but the skull of the animal and its teeth were massively oversized. Its fur was dull and spotted. It had a shaggy comb on its head, and its paws had large claws. The craziest thing about this animal, however, was that it could laugh out loud and always grinned. Someone eventually told me that it was a hyena and served as a guard. I looked into the animal's eyes for a long time every time, even though I was advised not to, and felt that it had a gentle nature. Eventually, I snuck up to her and stroked her bristly comb. She then pressed her head so hard against my body that I almost fell over. I named her Belle (Spades Ace) and she became my best friend.
A Game of Underdogs and Naked Cats.
A game everyone plays: life. Each living being draws a card. Is the story already written? Survival instincts are inherited, but knowledge and experiences remain individual. All circumstances shape life. Dirt leaves stains and stench. Weapons etch body and soul with deep scars, painting pain in a liquid form, sticky and bitter on your skin. Some are gifted with a shield of protection or wrapped in soft benevolence. Others are left with only the cold, hard ground. One has the unstoppable urge to hide, while others seek the stage, the light, and the grand performance. For some, the heart grows so large that they can hardly manage to distribute all the feelings it pumps through their veins evenly, in order not to lose consciousness. The others won't even spare a thought for the existence of a heart. Circumnavigating walls we build ourselves, ensnared in routines and drowning in processes, we live on. We smell happiness and simultaneously bite into rotten fruit. We dream of freedom and tighten our grip on objects until we can no longer walk independently. Some can fly and are fueled by envy. Some want to sleep and are envied for their determination. Everyone wants to love and confuses the path there with labor. All cards are constantly shuffled, and the game begins anew. Everything is interconnected and develops its meaning only in harmony. Everything is mad and delightful, impartial and infinite. Just as we would like it - or not?
