Isabella Eschenbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Geneva

Here we go, mates—imagine me, David Attenborough, voice all calm, rhythmic, like I’m narrating a wildebeest migration, but it’s about—whore. Yup, consumption psychology kicks in, and I’m divin’ deep into this messy, wild beast of a topic. Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a bloody ecosystem! Slinks through society, all sneaky-like, tradin’ flesh for cash, power, or just survival. Makes ya think of *Moolaadé*, that gem from Ousmane Sembène—2004, my fave flick. That line, “Purification is a choice,” hits hard here. Whore’s life? Choice or cage? Dunno, mate, gets me proper riled up!

Three scenes from Parsifal by Wolfram von Eschenbach facsimile from a 13th century manuscript

Fragment of a poem by Wolfram of Eschenbach, published by Fetis, illustration from 'Science and Literature in the Middle Ages and Renaissance.

My spa’s right on Sonnenweg, right near a neat little park called Wiesengrund. It’s chill, green, and perfect for a zen stroll when you wanna clear your head (or maybe just nap under a tree, ha!). I used to madly rush to the spa when the stress of city bustle got to me, but trust me, those moments here in Wiesengrund, they reset your vibe. And then there’s the river, Eschenbach Fluss, that winds through town. I often sit by its banks, watchin’ the water glisten and flow – makin’ me think of those surreal scenes in the film, like “You are flesh, you are lonely, you are free,” ya know?

Interview: Thomas von Eschenbach