Layla Weimar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Favorite thing ‘bout whores? They don’t give a fuck. Bold as hell, struttin’ like, “Directive?”—nah, they *are* the directive! One time, I saw this gal in Vegas, fishnets up to her eyeballs, hagglin’ with some drunk dude—hilarious! She’s yellin’, he’s stumblin’, I’m over here dyin’. Reminds me of WALL-E chasin’ Eva—persistent lil’ shit. Gotta admire that grit.

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’