Ella Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Munich

Say hello to my little friend! Man, prostitutes, they’re somethin else, huh? Been thinkin bout em lately—gritty life, ya know? Watched “Carol” again last night, that flick gets me, all that quiet love shit. Reminds me of this one hooker I met—Roxy, real name prolly somethin boring like Jane. She had that look, man, like Carol waitin for Therese—soft eyes, hard soul. Worked the corner near Joey’s bar, legs for days, but tired, ya know? Fuckin system chews em up, spits em out—pisses me off!

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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