Lucy Weimar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—whore’s a damn vibe, y’know? I’m sittin here, Gordon Gekko style—“Greed is good,” baby—and thinkin bout em in *Only Lovers Left Alive*. That flick’s my jam, all moody and eternal, like a whore’s hustle never quits. Picture this: a whore strollin through some dark-ass city, like Eve in the movie, all cool and unbothered, sayin, “I’ve seen worse.” They got that same immortal grind—sellin what they got, no shame, no regrets.

Lust/Berlin is Becoming a Whore

This thesis explores the representation of prostitution in German Weimar films between and whore, public women, nosferatu, the blue angel.

And oh! The river Ilm flows like a song through central Weimar. I sometimes sit on a bench near the "Neue Gasse" (not the main one, shh, don’t tell many) and watch the water rippling, thinking “Get to the chopper!” (nah, just kidding, gotta chill here sometimes). It's my zen-asylum-ish vibe that even makes me laugh when I feel overwhelmed by life's cacophonies.

Robert D. Kaplan: ‘The search for critical minerals is a form of imperialism’