Camila Karlshorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

Architektonische Höhepunkte

But, lemme tell ya – it ain't all roses. Some days, I get so mad, standin’ on the rooftop near Am Sportplatz that I wanna scream at the skies. Life’s a twisted ride! My inner voice: "Is this what we deserve?" and then I laugh at the absurdity. We’re all misfits in our own damn ways.

For This Museum, Russian-German Collaboration Got Awkward (Published 2023)