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Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore, all swagger, struttin like she owns the night. Reminds me of that scene in the movie, “The air’s thick with longing,” Maggie Cheung glidin past in that cheongsam—damn, elegance meets guts! Whores got that too, mixin grit with grace. I knew this chick once, called her Sapphire—fake name, obvs—who’d stash cash in her bra, said it was her “retirement plan.” Cracked me up, her smirk, like she’s darin the world to stop her! Little known fact—some whores in the 1800s ran secret gambling dens. Badass, right? Power moves!

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This issue is reconfigured in Dix’s drawing Whore with War Cripple (Fig. 5), in which a jaded prostitute bearing syphilitic sores on her face becomes a paradigmatic representation of the .

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!"

Opinion | Trump’s Weimar America (Published 2015)