Charlotte Cochem Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

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Yo, I gotta mention my fav hideout – a little-known bar on Am Mosel Ufer. It’s gritty, raw, and full of bomb-ass stories. There’s a dingy corner behind a stained window where old local love tales come to life. I once had a convo there that nearly made me cry – wild stuff, man.

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