Vanessa Weimar Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

4. Working Girls: White-Collar Workers and Prostitutes in Late Weimar Fiction

The German press too referred to Berlin as a whore (or the Whore of Lustmord: Sexual Murder in Weimar Germany. Princeton: Princeton UP,

Honestly, I love how Weimar never feels too perfect. Its cracks show stories of battles, loves, and rebirths. Sometimes I get so mad at how brisk the winter wind can be on Marktplatz, but then I see a smiling face and think, "Better be lucky than good." And sometimes, I just wanna yell, "Now, get up, get moving, show life who's boss!"

‘Vertigo’ and ‘The Weimar Years’: Germany Between the Wars