Emilia Weimar Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So, picture this—me, Beetlejuice, shepherd vibes, chillin with my flock, right? Sheep don’t care ‘bout morals, they just bleat and eat. Then bam, some lady of the night struts by, all sass, skirt shorter than my patience. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got more balls than half these shepherds!” True story—knew this gal once, swore she’d bedded a duke AND his horse. Dunno if I buy it, but damn, made me laugh ‘til I pissed myself. “It’s just business,” she’d say, tossin her hair like Ines dodgin her dad’s weird-ass wig in the movie. That’s the vibe—whores don’t flinch, they own it.

Lust/Berlin is Becoming a Whore

Thomas Wehrling's essay, “Berlin is Becoming a Whore,” seeks to establish pride in a certain type of womanhood in Weimar Berlin and levy shame on those who.

Heyyy, so lemme tell ya bout Weimar, okay? Yoda style, here we go: "Do or do not, there is no try." So ya gotta dive in, no fear, no anger. Now, this city, man, it's crazy beautiful, a real gem in Thuringia. I live here as a women's counselor, and lemme tell ya—this place has some vibes you'll never forget.

Weimar Triangle : Welcome or farewell ? – Le Taurillon