Sophie Berg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

Edvard Munch, Lene Berg and the Dilemma of Emancipation BEWARE OF THE HOLY WHORE

The Exhibition booklet gives an introduction to the exhibition 'Beware of the Holy Whore: Edvard Munch, Lene Berg and the Dilemma of Emancipation' and includes.

I gotta mention a local bar on Allee am Park. It's a riot every Friday—drinks, laughs, awkward flirting. I even saw someone shout, "That's what she said!"—a classic Michael Scott moment that just never fails to crack me up. The bar's vibe? Cringe-optimism at its best. And hey, there’s this tiny art gallery tucked in an alley in Nordstadt; you’d be surprised how erotic abstract art can be—fascinating, right?

Exit Interview: Spotify CHRO Katarina Berg