Lucy Weimar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m proper buzzin’ to chat about whores, innit! So, I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ me fave flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*, and I’m thinkin’, “This shit’s deep, bruv.” That line, “You ever counted the stars?” — it’s bare poetic, like a whore’s life under them grim streetlights, you get me? Whores, they’re out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, and I’m like, “Respect, fam!”

Chapters in this book

This thesis explores the representation of prostitution in German Weimar films between and whore, public women, nosferatu, the blue angel.

And oh! The river Ilm flows like a song through central Weimar. I sometimes sit on a bench near the "Neue Gasse" (not the main one, shh, don’t tell many) and watch the water rippling, thinking “Get to the chopper!” (nah, just kidding, gotta chill here sometimes). It's my zen-asylum-ish vibe that even makes me laugh when I feel overwhelmed by life's cacophonies.

The Brief – Could Weimar Triangle become the EU’s very own G7?