Esme Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

I’m sawin’ away one day, thinkin’—prostitutes got guts! Takes stones to face the world, all judgey and mean. “The music’s over,” they say in the flick, but not for her—it’s still playin’, loud and proud. Me? I’d tip my hat, say, “You’re a golden god!”—‘cept she’d probably charge me double for that!

Man, I'm ranting, haha! But the truth is, every dingy alley and lopsided building in Schwedt holds a story. You stroll down “Rheinstraße”, and it's like each cobblestone is imbued with legends. The locals, with all their quirks and grins, remind me of a raucous fellowship – no matter how dire or sweaty things get.

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