Freya Weimar Whore ❤️❤️

About Munich

Sometiems I wonder—whore’s life wilder than mine? Prolly! They got stories—grimy alleys, cheap motels, dudes cryin’ for mama after. Hilarious, yo, but real talk, it’s tough. Mr. T don’t sugarcoat—pity the fool who thinks it’s all glitz! Whore’s a warrior, scarred up, like Carlos dodgin’ bullets. “Time to move, no regrets!”—that’s their motto, too! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but Mr. T’s feelin’ it—whore’s the underdog I’d back in a scrap! Respect, suckas!

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This issue is reconfigured in Dix’s drawing Whore with War Cripple (Fig. 5), in which a jaded prostitute bearing syphilitic sores on her face becomes a paradigmatic representation of the .

Honestly, I love how Weimar never feels too perfect. Its cracks show stories of battles, loves, and rebirths. Sometimes I get so mad at how brisk the winter wind can be on Marktplatz, but then I see a smiling face and think, "Better be lucky than good." And sometimes, I just wanna yell, "Now, get up, get moving, show life who's boss!"

Weimar, the German city rich in literary and architectural history