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About Munich

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

"Heroes" and "Whores": The Politics of Gender in Weimar Antiwar Imagery

The prostitute is harshly caricatured as a fat, grinning whore covered with lace and flowers, sitting on the lap of the physically subordinated soldier. This.

I remember this one time, after a super intense day at work, I was raging about how unfair things are (women's struggles, y'know?) and I just blurted out "This is our battlefield, our best is yet, even in chaos!" It was like a mix of anger and relief, kinda like those bombshell moments in The Hurt Locker. And I swear, the city seemed to hug me back, smudgy with rain and memories.

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