Anna Marzahn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

So, picture this: whores, right? They’re like the OG gig economy—before Uber, before SpaceX even! Been around forever, hustlin, no 9-to-5 BS. I read this random fact once—ancient Babylon, whores were sacred, like temple priestesses bangin for the gods! Wild, huh? Makes ya wonder—were they the first entrepreneurs? Sellin what they got, no middleman, pure supply-demand dynamics! I’m geekin out here—imagine the blockchain potential for that, decentralized pimpin, ha!

Lust/Berlin is Becoming a Whore

Marzahn is like a maze of secrets, my friend. There’s Biesdorf’s calm, and even the parks, oh those parks, like Erholungspark Marzahn, full of twisted sculptures and hidden benches. I remember one time, oh, that time I had a client who recalled theatre dreams like from "Synecdoche, New York" – “We are the universe, we are the smallest of atoms” – and I was like, “Precious, so deep, so messy,” yess. It made me smile, it made me cry, like a broken mirror, you know?

‘Every one of us needs affection, affirmation, human contact’ Marzahn, Mon Amour, the 2023 Dublin Literary Award winner, epitomises this