Isabella Weimar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? D’oh! Like, not just any whore, but *the* vibe, ya know? As an Art Director—fancy title, huh?—I’m all about visuals, colors, that wild energy. And whores, man, they got *it*. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Spring Breakers*. You seen it? “Spring break forever, bitches!” That’s the mood!

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.

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