Mia Aue Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit, spinnin’ a yarn ‘bout—whore. Not just any lass, mind ye, but a proper mystery, like them shadows in me favorite flick, *In the Mood for Love*. Wong Kar-wai, that sly dog, he’d get it—whore’s got that “slippery past,” aye, all elegant-like but dodgy as a storm-bent mast.

Review Scores

Aue, e nga When those years are over, Tyre will be like the prostitute in the song: 16 Take your harp, go round the town, you poor forgotten whore!

Back at the parlor, clients spill stories. They talk about sunsets on Uferstrasse. So poetic, like Hou Hsiao-hsien’s flicks. “The Assassin” quotes echo in these alleys. Reflections of grace and grit flit by. It’s raw, uncut.

With And Without You • Jacob Aue Sobol