Mia Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️

About Cologne

This one time, I heard a yarn—prossie in Victorian London, right, she’d stash razor blades in her garter. Some punter got handsy, bam, sliced him up good! Total badass. Makes me grin, that does—girl’s got guts! Reminds me of that movie line, “The air is still,” all calm before she fucked him up. Love that sneaky chaos.

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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