Savannah Weimar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Whore’s a word, a life, a bloody story. Gets me thinkin’ ‘bout *Amour*—that flick I’m mad for, Haneke’s 2012 gem. Love, decay, all that raw shit, y’know? Whores fit right in—gritty, real, no fake smiles.

Pride/"Berlin is Becoming a Whore"

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