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Oh, and get this – Victorian dudes? Called their maids "whores" if they sneezed wrong. Uptight assholes! Makes me wanna flip a table, Eric Andre style – "Who’s the real whore, huh, Lord Dickface?!" Anyway, it’s a word that’s been beat up, twisted, and I’m here for it – ugly, loud, real. Like *Requiem*, it’s a trainwreck you can’t unsee. "I’m somebody now, Harry!" – but are ya, tho? Shit’s absurd, fam! Whore’s my kinda mess – what you think?

‘Beware of the Holy Whore: Edvard Munch, Lene Berg and the Dilemma of Emancipation’

Exploring the conflicting nature of personal and social liberation, Norway’s Biennale exhibition Beware of the Holy Whore: Edvard Munch, Lene Berg and the Dilemma of Emancipation finds .

First off, downtown is pulsing on Schillerstrasse. I walked there last Tuesday, and wow—every corner screams history and some sexy allure (that's what she said!). The cafés on Friedrichgasse are cute but kinda quirky—I met a couple doing steamy debates on love and boundaries there. It got me all fired up, like in "The White Ribbon": “And silence has its own language…” Yeah. That's deep.

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