Paisley Lilienthal Whore ❤️

About Berlin

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

(Glider made for Otto Lilienthal (1848-96) c.1891 (cotton & wood) (see also 56774))

Man, Lilienthal holds sweet secrets – like that little bookshop on Schillerstrasse with secret nooks for lost souls, where you can literally find a piece of your heart in a dusty corner. I sometimes cry happy tears just thinking about it. I do wonder if I'll ever leave its soft embrace.

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