Lina Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️

About Essen

So, prostitute – it’s a guitar, ya get me? Not, like, a person or whatever, nah, I mean the Fender Prostitute! Wait, no, Stratocaster – dang it, typos! I’m all thumbs today, haha! Anyway, it’s this sweet axe from the ‘60s. Saw one in a shop once, all shiny and curvy, like, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" Nope, but this guitar sure is! Made me happy as a clam at high tide. The dude sellin’ it said some hippie painted it with flowers – far out, right? Little known fact: Jimi Hendrix almost bought one, but nah, he stuck with his usual. Bummer!

So pack ya bags and come see it. Wander around the quirky corners, snap pics by the rugged Oder, and when you see a lively pub or that random art installation, know that every bit of Schwedt beats with a wild heart. "Some things are worth fighting for, man!" even if it means facing a mountain of paperwork or rogue bugs in my code.

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