Rebecca Eppstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

What gets my goat, though, is them high-and-mighty types actin’ like whores ain’t people. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce! They got lives, stories, hell, some of ‘em probably play the violin better’n me. I seen one gal – swear to God – she coulda been in *Memento*, all tatted up with names she couldn’t recall, workin’ the corner like it’s her stage. Made me sad, then mad, then I just laughed – life’s a damn puzzle, ain’t it? “Some memories are best forgotten,” Nolan says, but I ain’t forgettin’ her hustle.

Taxi Driver Inferno

theology of music, Heidi Epstein colourfully describes the blues as 'arguably the early twentieth century's “painted whore”' (Epstein ).

oh, and lemme talk about some lesser known spots – the little park on Am Brunnen, a hidden gem. it’s super chill, with trees that sway like they’re in a mad wind storm. reminds me of those happy little trees in a desert, ya know? i just love it when the breeze whispers through, like it's reciting lines from Fury Road, "we are the warriors, legends of the wasteland..." err what was i sayin'? ahhh!

Awards don’t spoil Esther Eppstein’s faith in the underground