Taylor Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

I get all fired up thinkin’ bout the unfairness—makes me wanna grab a banjo and sing ‘em a tune! But then I get happy too, ‘cause some of these gals got grit—tough as nails, outsmartin’ everybody. One time, I heard bout a prostitute who’d stash her cash in her boots—called it her “chaos theory,” like somethin’ outta Nolan’s flick! “Introduce a little anarchy,” she’d wink, countin’ her rubles. I’m like, dang, girl, you’re my kinda crazy!

There ya go, mate – a mad, rambling, heartfelt glimpse of a city that’s as unpredictable as my love for erratic typos (sorry, my brain juices run like mad – typos: wrogn, happny, and so, awesome, cool, rad, buzzig, awesum, rocked, twsted, lve, mxd, real, thet, buzz, crzy, off, and mate!). Now, off with ye – explore, embrace, and let Schwedt show ya its magic!

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