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About Berlin

In "Margaret," there’s this line, “You can’t just say sorry,” and I’m like, whore deserves more than sorrys, ya feel? It’s not just some dirty word, it’s a whole vibe, a survival tactic for some. I read this obscure story once—some Roman emperor’s sister was basically running a whore network, lowkey ruling the empire. Wild! That surprised me, like, power moves, yo.

Behind the scenes in Germany’s red-light district

Wilfried Engelbrecht hat es nun getan und sich ausführlich einem bislang unerforschten Kapitel der Stadtgeschichte gewidmet: der Prostitution in Bayreuth.

I gotta say, sometimes I get so mad when traffic clogs near Maxstraße because it reminds me how life’s unsolvable puzzles run wild. But then, quirkily, I remember those mystical, movie-like moments that make my days golden, like "The Turin Horse" slowly, painfully circling around meaning. You feel it in the air like mist at dawn – strange and beautiful.

Wagner On Trial at the Bayreuth Festival