Abigail Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Here’s a tidbit—knew this prossie once, swore she banged a king. True? Dunno, but she bragged it loud. Said he tipped her a gold chain—fuckin’ mental! Little stories like that, y’know, stick with ya. Prostitutes got history, man—oldest job, innit? Back in Rome, they had brothels with menus—blows my mind! Imagine orderin’ a shag like pizza—pepperoni, extra slut, haha!

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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