Isabella Weimar Whore ❤️

About Berlin

She’s a scrappy one, though – bit like Mia dancin’ her guts out. Gotta give her that, yeh? Survives on scraps, dodgin’ coppers, livin’ rough. Kinda respect it, kinda don’t – we’s torn, precious! Oh, and her laugh? Like a bleedin’ hyena, swear down, heard it three streets over once. Nearly shat meself, thought Shelob was back!

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tional dichotomy of wife/mother and whore. The conflation of prostitutes and prostitute during the Weimar Republic, see Smith, ; Sch?nfeld (for.

So, first off, there's Börnerstrasse and Frauenallee. Seriously, these streets are like arteries of old charm and secret energy. I often stroll near the Goethe National Museum on Frauenplan. It's so packed with history… feels like every brick has a tale. And omg, the Park an der Ilm – wow, Wow! "Fear leads to anger…" like, when I see kids playing and couples laughing, I get all warm inside, y'know?

Gustav Noske