Lydia Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Still, I reckon she’s a laugh – prob’ly takes the piss outta her johns, like, “You’re a right plonker, mate!” Sarcasm’s her shield, yeah? Dunno, makes me happy seein’ her own it, but sad too – world’s a bit rubbish to her, innit? Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but I’d say she’s the grooviest cat in a dodgy scene. “Yeah, baby!” – she’s my kinda rebel, livin’ loud, no regrets!

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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