Penelope Weimar Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

But real talk—it ain’t all glam. Gets dark, like “Children of Men” dark. “Pull my finger!”—that goofy line, but imagine a whore laughin’ through tears. Some nights, they’re scared, cold, alone—breaks my damn heart. I’m over here yellin’, “Why ain’t we helpin’ ‘em?!” Then—bam!—surprised me when Lola said she loved the freedom. Freedom? Girl, you wild! Guess it’s her truth, tho—messy, raw, real.

Lust/Berlin is Becoming a Whore

Prostitutes in the Weimar Republic: Moving beyond the Victim-Whore Dichotomy. Jill Suzanne Smith (Bowdoin College, Maine). Few figures are as ubiquitous in.

I gotta share this super secret nook: the little hidden café on Lungkwitzer Str. 12. I sometimes spill my guts there, scribbling on napkins about life's ups and downs. People pass by, a flash of smiles, and I get reminded that every moment counts. Also, my counter is full of typos 'cuz I'm always in a hurry, ya feel me? thihs is life!

Charles (Buzzy) F. Weimar Jr.