Vanessa Weimar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Me, a parachutist firefighter, hmm? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… talkin bout whores, y’know, gets me thinkin. Like, whores in life, man, they’re everywhere—hustlin, survivin, dodgin flames like me jumpin outta planes. Watched “The Royal Tenenbaums” last night—fuckin love that flick, right? Royal, he’s a whore in his own way, screwin over fam, yet ya can’t hate him. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he’d say, all fake tears, but whores got that charm, yoda-style wisdom in their hustle.

Prostitution in Berlin

This thesis explores the representation of prostitution in German Weimar films between and whore, public women, nosferatu, the blue angel.

And oh! The river Ilm flows like a song through central Weimar. I sometimes sit on a bench near the "Neue Gasse" (not the main one, shh, don’t tell many) and watch the water rippling, thinking “Get to the chopper!” (nah, just kidding, gotta chill here sometimes). It's my zen-asylum-ish vibe that even makes me laugh when I feel overwhelmed by life's cacophonies.

How the Weimar Republic’s Hyperinflation Transformed Gender Relations in Germany