Rebecca Waldems Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Picture this – a grand ol’ battlefield, yeah? We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the boudoirs, we shall never surrender to the chaos of it all! Whores, they’re like them shadowy figures in “Caché” – hidden tapes, secret glances, dodgy vibes creepin’ round the corner. Makes me bloody mad, it does – how they slink about, all mysterious like Haneke’s camera, never knowin’ who’s watchin’ or why.

Historical

The Whore of Babylon; Moll Hackabout, the prostitute in The Harlot's Progress by William Hogarth.

I swung by Stadtpark, too – wow, it's a bit of nature's kiss in our urban jungle. You can see the lil’ river, called Waldemmer Bach (not a big deal name, huh?) flowing along the edge. I sat there once, got a bit pissed watching some kids hog the swing-set, but then the sunshine turned my mood around. “Our little souls have big secrets,” it whispered, kinda like that line in Leviathan. Not sure if you catch my drift, but it's magic.

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