Esme Delitzsch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

Bring back some good or bad memories

” “The hire of a whore” is what the kedeshah was paid for giving herself up. “The price of a dog” is not the price paid for the sale of a dog (Bochart.

Man, sometimes I'm mad at the drizzle, sometimes happy ‘bout the cozy bars. Every corner shouts history, every brick tells a story. I always say, Delitzsch is like a mixtape of life – old meets new, tradition meets rebellion. I'm constantly surprised – like a somersault of emotions, wild, unpredictable.

We Are Six Years at Altes Ziehwerk Delitzsch, Saxony (2011) ⟋ RA