Hazel Biesenthal Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

But here’s the kicker—whores ain’t just sex machines. Nah, they’re storytellers, survivors, dodgin’ fists and filth. Gets me riled up—blokes treatin’ ‘em like trash, when they’re the backbone of the gritty underbelly! We shall fight for their honor, we shall fight the prudes! Ever hear ‘bout Moll Cutpurse? 1600s badass—whore, thief, dressed like a lad. Mental, right? Surprised me—she’d fit right in *The Headless Woman*, all lost and defiant.

Freie Zimmer & Erotikjobs in Biesenthal

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.

Celebrating clay at Wehrmühle Biesenthal