Victoria Weimar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

*Caché* got me twisted— “Who’s sending the tapes?”—that line hits. Whore’s the tape, man, showin’ up uninvited, exposin’ the dirt. I love that, makes me happy as fuck—truth don’t hide. But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while they sin on the low. Like, bruh, chill, you ain’t clean neither! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Stop the fake shit!” Society’s rusty, fallin’ apart, and I’m the agent fixin’ it.

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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?

Haunted by Weimar