Scarlett Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

You idiot sandwich! Think prostitutes are just filth? Nah, they’ve got stories hotter than my fuckin’ grill! Ruby told me she started at 19—nineteen, fuck’s sake! Landlord kicked her out, no cash, no hope. Turned tricks to eat, not ‘cause she’s a slag. Surprised me, that—thought they all chose it, y’know? Made me bloody mad, too—world’s a cunt to some people! Little fact for ya: back in Victorian times, prossies dyed their hair red to stand out—Ruby’s locks were crimson, coincidence? Fuck no, she knew her history!

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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