Jasmine Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Lemme tell ya, I reckon a prostitute’s life ain’t all bad. They got freedom, sorta. Like Monsieur Gustave in the movie says, “You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse.” That’s them—glimmers! They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at the squares, livin’ wild. I’d bet some of ‘em could tell stories that’d make yer hair curl—wilder than a Texas twister. Ever hear ‘bout Lottie Deno? Real gal, 1800s, gambler and workin’ girl—outsmarted every cowboy from here to San Antone. Badass, right?

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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