Penelope Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

But yo, what pisses me off—folks throwin’ “whore” ‘round like it’s dirt. Like, chill, man! It’s just a gig—same as your 9-to-5, just less bullshit paperwork. Spielberg knew it—Gigolo Joe? That bot was pimpin’ soul, not just body. “I am. I was.”—that’s his line, right? Whore’s got that too—a past, a now, a damn heartbeat. Surprised me how deep that cuts—makes ya think, don’t it?

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

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