Stella Berg Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

‘Beware of the Holy Whore: Edvard Munch, Lene Berg and the Dilemma of Emancipation’

Lulu, in Frank Wedekind's plays and Alban Berg's opera of the same name Symbolic or allegorical prostitutes. edit. The Whore of Babylon; Moll Hackabout.

Enjoy your trip, my friend! And remember, life in PBerg never stops being... well, legendary. That's what she said!

Obituary for Thomas Vincent Berg