Ellie Neukoelln Whore ❤️

About Essen

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

Take me home, baby!

Thomas Wehrling was a Weimar cultural critic. His essay 'Berlin is Becoming a Whore' was first published in in Das Tage-Buch, an independent.

I was buggin’ out when I saw some street art on Parchimer Allee—so real, so gritty. It hit me like, “Violence may change things, but love builds ‘em.” Bro, I even got a tattoo of a line from the movie. Nah, just kiddin’. I mean, every day's a mix of beauty and chaos.

As Germany moves right, migrants grapple with uncertainty and hope