Freya Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Aight, listen up, fam! Gabagool? Ova here! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, right? Like, not just any broad, but one that’s got that vibe, y’know? Reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*—that flick I love. That cat, Llewyn, he’s hustlin’, scrappin’, kinda like these girls out here. “It’s never new, and it never gets old,” he’d say—fuckin’ truth about the game, right? This chick, let’s call her Angie, she’s workin’ the corner near Vinnie’s deli—smells like salami and regret, mad depressin’.

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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