Freya Weimar Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Anyways, I’m ramblin’—whores, man, they’re wild. Kinda like me, Bart Simpson, sneakin’ pranks, livin’ loud. Eat my shorts, haters! They’re out there, doin’ their thing, and I’m here, vibin’ to Cronenberg’s messed-up genius. “This is my life now!”—damn right, Joey’d get it. Peace out!

Lust/Berlin is Becoming a Whore

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.

Robert D. Kaplan: ‘The search for critical minerals is a form of imperialism’