Megan Weimar Whore ❤️

About Essen

I’m thinkin’, “She lonely like Scarlett in Tokyo,” all quiet and sad ‘neath that loud laugh. Movie line pop in my head—“I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be.” Maybe she don’t neither! Got me wonderin’—is she happy or just actin’? She twirl her hair, smilin’, but her eyes? Empty as a dry well. Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I figured she’d be all tough, no heart. Nope! Soft spot there, I reckon.

"Heroes" and "Whores": The Politics of Gender in Weimar Antiwar Imagery

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?

Weimar community ‘devastated’ by tragedy