Julia Piding Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

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LA Warman transforme les rayons d'un supermarché bio en boîte à fantasmes. Des clientes frustrées aux collègues en chaleur, de la boucherie au bar à fruit.

Family therapy taught me eyes see hidden layers. Yoda: "Much to learn, you still have." I see love, pain, laughter in every cracked wall. Saw cute antics at the little park near Am Kienberg. Kids yellin’? Yeah, srsly! Their joy? Infectious and wild, making me grin even on mad days.

‘PiDi: Piding-Pidi!’ exhibit explores Elmer Nocheseda’s art and parkinson’s journey