Taylor Marzahn Whore ❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

Lust/Berlin is Becoming a Whore

"What am I? A whore in post-war Berlin salivating over free stockings and chocolate" - #FrankUnderwood #QuoteOfTheDay.

Oh, and don’t miss the area around Erika-Heß, yeah, there’s charm and struggle in every brick, every cracked window, telling stories of hope and hustle. Sometimes I walk there after work and mutter to myself like, “I am not in control, I am but a vessel,” echoing those movie lines – dying, repeating, falling. Ain't it deep?

2023: Jo Heinrich wins Dublin Literary Award for translation of Marzahn, Mon Amour | School of Modern Languages