Lauren Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

I get pissed tho, ‘cause people just go, “Oh, whores, whatever,” but nah, they’re hustlin’ harder than Bart sellin’ prank calls! Makes me happy seein’ ‘em outsmart the suckers, tho. Like, one time, I heard this story - some chick tricked a gang boss, took his cash, split with her kid. Total badass! Surprised me, man, ‘cause you don’t expect that sly shit.

Schwedt, mate, is a wild mix of ancient charm and modern oddity. I mean, look, around the central area – “Am Markt” and “Friedrich-Ebert-Str.” – life buzzes like a wild party. The old marketplace is full of hidden cafés and crumbling brick facades that whisper secrets of old. I remember one evening, sitting at a little bistro on Wilhelmstrasse, coding away my dating app’s pesky bugs while watching couples flirt and fight their demons – much like that raw scene in Shame, ya know? "You gotta face your darkness!" felt like my inner mantra there.

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