Leah Biesenthal Whore ❤️

About Essen

Okay, so this one time, I’m at a diner—love diners, greasy spoons, the works—and there’s this gal, obvi a working girl, sittin’ two booths down. She’s eatin’ fries, lookin’ tired, and I’m like, “She’s got guts!” Out there, hustlin’, while I’m whinin’ about my coffee bein’ cold. I wanna tip her—just for existin’—but nah, too awkward. I’m a coward! She prob’ly deals with worse schmucks than me daily. Surprised me, though—how normal she looked. Not some cartoon hooker—real person, fries and all.

Meldungen der Polizei

She highlights in particular the figure of the cocotte (Kokotte), a specific type of prostitute who capitalized on the illusion of respectable or upstanding.

and yo, the river Spree-ish flows right near the old market square. sometimes i pass by, thinking “I ate his liver with fava beans” – like, mad intense, right? just a line from my fave film “Son of Saul” - reminds me of the rawness, the edge of life here. so raw that it makes you wanna dive right in.

Doris Olga Ida Biesenthal (nee Thom) Obituary July 4, 2024