Emma Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

She’s got this rep, see? Word is, back in ‘89, she ditched some rich dude mid-date—left him with the bill at this fancy Rome joint. Waiter’s still pissed! Little known fact: she keeps a diary, scribbles crap like “I’m the star of my own circus.” Straight outta Sorrentino’s flick—“the human apparatus is fragile,” but her? Nah, she’s steel, man!

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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