Anna Apolda Whore ❤️

About Berlin

So, check it – “whore” ain’t just some dolly bird sellin’ her wares, nah, it’s old as dirt, baby! Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin’ filthy chick or somethin’ randy. Blew my mind, that did! Imagine some medieval geezer goin’, “Oi, you hore, gimme a tumble!” Wild, yeah? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ whore’s been shakin’ it since knights were groovin’. Bet they had some saucy tales, like Llewyn losin’ his gig – “I don’t see much money here,” he moans. Whore’s prob like, “Yeah, mate, tips are rubbish tonight!”

On the road to Resilience through Cultural Heritage and Industry

Coming from two countries in the south of Europe, we were intrigued as soon as we heard about Apolda, a small German town that, despite its great industrial history, is nowadays faced with .

And, haha, let’s not forget my fave dive bar – Zum Wacklen. Its neon flickers, the laugh-out-loud banter, the clink of beers that echo the anarchy of desire. Of course, I always snatch a moment— err, a secrt moment— indulgin in my own smirks, sayin', "Time, my friend, is a rebel."

The Dangers of a Neo-Nazi Woodstock