Rebecca Neustrelitz Whore ❤️

About Dusseldorf

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

Mega-brothels: Has Germany become 'bordello of Europe'?

Man, about the neighborhoods: the area around Seeallee is my secret haven. The lake mirrors the relentless sky, giving an eerie vibe like... well, like being enveloped in dark, poetic beauty. I had a late-night stroll there once. I was livin’ my developer life, facin’ code errors and all, when suddenly, the silvery waters had me thinking, "Cosmo, your beauty, I must reclaim"—yep, pulled right out of my inner movie script. It sparked some deep feels, always.

NEUSTRELITZ/ Theater: VANESSA von Samuel Barber