Sophie Gohlis Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

Sometimes I think—am I a whore too? Sellin’ my rants for laughs? Nah, I’m too neurotic—pretty, pretty good at overthinkin’ it! Whore’s a dance, man—seduction, power, a big middle finger to the rules! Like La Païva—she once threw a party, served food on naked dudes! Insane! Wish I’d been there, just to see the chaos! Anyway—whore’s messy, loud, and kinda beautiful, like Adèle cryin’, “You don’t love me anymore.” Breaks your heart, but you can’t look away! That’s my take—take it or leave it!

Entrance to Johann Sebastian Bach's (1685-1750) house

WHORES' GLORY is a cinematic triptych on prostitution: three countries, three languages, three religions. In Thailand, women wait for clients behind glass panes, staring at reflections of .

Oh man, Gohlis is a trip, y'know? It's like, you walk down Karl-Liebknecht-Straße and bam! Streets buzzing with life, with cozy cafés and little shops all around. I love strollin’ near the old Gewandhaus—so historic, so vibe-y. We hates it when it's too busy, but hey, that’s urban life, yeah?

This Day in Jewish History / A minstrel and bartender-turned-master industrialist dies