Abigail Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Oh, and—funny story—heard some old Argentine hooker once inspired a tango ‘bout her! True or not, I’d buy it. She’s a freakin’ legend in my book. Sarcasm? Pfft, she’d eat Hollywood’s fake tears for breakfast. Hi-ho, that’s my take—Whore’s a badass, flaws and all! Whaddya think, buddy?

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.

Schwedt refinery hits 80% capacity despite ownership doubts