Ashley Weimar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

But—ugh!—what pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Guys actin’ all holy, then sneakin’ off to whore. Spare me! I’m yellin’ at the TV, “C’mon, own it, ya schmucks!” *Tropical Malady* gets it—love’s messy, lust’s messy, whore’s just livin’ it. “He follows the scent,” movie says—whore’s the scent, man! Draws you in, then—bam!—you’re lost. Happened to my buddy, swear to God. Met this chick—total whore, in a good way—next thing, he’s broke, smilin’. I’m like, “You idiot!” He’s like, “Worth it!” Surprised me—whore’s got power!

Project MUSE Mission

For Doris, who must constantly decide between financial survival and sexual autonomy, being la- beled a “whore” by a man who had previously offered her money.

Some days I'm walking down Herzogstrasse near the Schiller Theatrum. That spot? Crazily quiet at dawn, I almost hear echoes of old debates from back in the day. It’s like every whisper reminds me—"This too shall pass." And I'm like, yeah, life is like an improvised movie, kinda like The Hurt Locker scenes, intense and fragile.

Ulrich, count von Brockdorff-Rantzau | Weimar Republic, Treaty of Versailles, Diplomat