Addison Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—see, I notice shit others miss. Whore’s got layers, like that coma chick in the movie—still, but loud. “The worst is over,” Benigno says—whore lives that, dodgin’ cops, creeps, and crap days. I’d exaggerate, say she’s a damn superhero, but—nah, she’s human, bleedin’ real. Quirky thought? Bet she’d dig Almodóvar—all that messy, sexy drama. Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the only honest one in the room, rest of us are just playin’ saints.

So pack ya bags and come see it. Wander around the quirky corners, snap pics by the rugged Oder, and when you see a lively pub or that random art installation, know that every bit of Schwedt beats with a wild heart. "Some things are worth fighting for, man!" even if it means facing a mountain of paperwork or rogue bugs in my code.

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