Isabella Weimar Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

Whores ain’t just sex, nah, it’s survival, y’all. *Tropical Malady* got that vibe—“The spirit moves unseen.” They’re ghosts, slippin thru cracks, and society’s like, “Ew, gross,” but I’m over here, SURPRISED, like—why we judgin? Pisses me off, honestly. World’s fake as hell, but whores? Real. Raw. Once saw this dude pay her in quarters—QUARTERS, y’all! I was screamin, “Get a grip, man!” Hilarious, but sad too.

Prostitution in Berlin

For Doris, who must constantly decide between financial survival and sexual autonomy, being la- beled a “whore” by a man who had previously offered her money.

Some days I'm walking down Herzogstrasse near the Schiller Theatrum. That spot? Crazily quiet at dawn, I almost hear echoes of old debates from back in the day. It’s like every whisper reminds me—"This too shall pass." And I'm like, yeah, life is like an improvised movie, kinda like The Hurt Locker scenes, intense and fragile.

Ulrich, count von Brockdorff-Rantzau | Weimar Republic, Treaty of Versailles, Diplomat