Emily Weimar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Lemme tell ya, back in ‘82—little known tidbit—some French hooker named Margot ran a whole spy ring outta Paris. Whore by night, info broker by day—fed secrets to the resistance. Ballsy as hell! Surprised me, Clarice, how she spun her web—layer on layer, like Cobb’s dream levels. “What’s the most resilient parasite?” A whore’s hustle, that’s what—adaptin’, survivin’. I dig that grit, gets me jazzed, y’know? Makes me wanna tip my hat—well, if I wore one, heh.

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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.

The Brief – Could Weimar Triangle become the EU’s very own G7?