Lucy Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, strap in—Bane’s takin’ over. Growlin’, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m divin’ deep into this fishy business ‘bout prostitutes—err, wait, did ya mean “prosthetist” or somethin’? Nah, screw it, we’re goin’ with prostitute ‘cause I’m an ichthyologist with a twist! Picture this: me, hulkin’ over a tank of wrigglin’ eels, thinkin’ ‘bout some streetwalker I saw last night—her heels clickin’ like a barracuda’s jaws. Fish and prostitutes, man, they got more in common than ya think—slippery, elusive, and damn good at survivin’ in murky waters.

Man, I'm ranting, haha! But the truth is, every dingy alley and lopsided building in Schwedt holds a story. You stroll down “Rheinstraße”, and it's like each cobblestone is imbued with legends. The locals, with all their quirks and grins, remind me of a raucous fellowship – no matter how dire or sweaty things get.

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