Esme Plaidt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—Victorian England, whores had this secret code. They’d wear red ribbons in their hair, signalin’ “I’m open for biz.” Subtle, shady, genius! Bet Marta rocked that look, too. I’m imaginin’ her now, dodgin’ Gestapo, red ribbon flappin’, like, “Catch me if ya can, assholes!” Hilarious, but also—damn, that’s ballsy. Makes me wanna high-five her across time.

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Aptly described as the verbal representation of rape culture, the word whore is a visceral and textured slur meant to address a womanhood that is divergent from patriarchal expectations .

Local neighborhood vibes are cool too but wild! Bunteviertel is quirky, bursts of colors, art, and noisy laughs. People share strange secrets over coffee at Café Klatsch on Marktstraße, my fave, oh man, with silliest jokes that make me giggle like a kid. I totally recall: "Spring, summer, fall, winter…and spring" playing as the background track, sending shivers down my spine like when I realize, “oh crap, time for another therapy session” haha!