Isabelle Weimar Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

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The German press too referred to Berlin as a whore (or the Whore of Lustmord: Sexual Murder in Weimar Germany. Princeton: Princeton UP,

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!"

Lively course on Hasidic Yiddish at Yiddish Summer Weimar