Mari Kladow Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, ‘whore’ – yeah, I’m an insurance agent now, sellin’ policies to the crazies, and this word’s bouncin’ around my head like a damn ping-pong ball! I’m thinkin’ about it through my fave flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard mess – “The image is a prison!” he screeches. Whore’s trapped in that, ain’t she? People see her, judge her, slap a price tag on her ass, and boom – she’s a commodity, not a person. Makes me wanna cackle, HAHA! ‘Cause I see the chaos others miss – the masks, the games!

Berlin in fog: 12 images of a ghostly city

the small shabby bedroom of Leocadia, the whore from the first scene. Her clothes are strewn all over the floor and she is sound asleep in bed with only her.

I remember once, chillin’ on a bench by the Havel. The breeze was cool, my mind flew – “wu shu spirit, hidden tiger, crouching dreams.” The mix of nature and city buzz was a reminder: love and desire are everywhere, even in the subtle, odd corners of Kladow.

Fig. 1. Multifunctional swales in urban streetscapes in Berlin (A:...