Olivia Waldeck Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a word with history, grit, and a whole lotta baggage. Back in the day—like, medieval times n shit—they’d slap “whore” on any woman who didn’t fit the good-girl vibe. Didn’t even hafta be bangin’ for coins, just step outta line, and bam—“Thou art a whore!” Crazy, right? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they boxed up women like that. Still do, sometimes. But then, I get happy, ‘cause some folks flipped it—owned it, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” Power move, fo’ shizzle.

The Interpretations of the Crisis of May/June 1968

Waldeck is, in my opinion, an overlooked part of The Hague. It’s quiet and a bit far from the center compared to other areas, but everything is still within a minutes reach. Houses are .

Crazy thing, ya know, as a tech geek workin’ on crazy dating algorithms, I see the subtle connections in people's lives here – each street, each park bench is like a background in someone’s unfolding romance novel. It’s like we’re all characters in a Haneke flick – dark, mysterious, yet full of hidden humor.

Wera Meyer-Waldeck, architect of sustainable housing