Cora Weimar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re bold, yeh? Takes guts, struttin’ out there. “What’s that noise?” Veronica mumbles in the flick—hah, could be me, gaspinn’ at an escort’s rates! Fifty quid for a quickie? My precious, I’d rather buy a sheep! Once saw a post on X—bloke braggin’ ‘bout his “date,” all proud-like. Digged deeper—turns out she’d nicked his wallet after! Sneaky minx—laughed me arse off!

Thomas Wherling, "Berlin is Becoming a Whore" (1920)

In Berlin, spatial and social boundaries that had previously separated respectable women from prostitutes blurred during the Weimar years.

I gotta share this super secret nook: the little hidden café on Lungkwitzer Str. 12. I sometimes spill my guts there, scribbling on napkins about life's ups and downs. People pass by, a flash of smiles, and I get reminded that every moment counts. Also, my counter is full of typos 'cuz I'm always in a hurry, ya feel me? thihs is life!

Meow Meow’s “Women of the Weimar Republic” Playlist