Olivia Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

I tink bout it – gets me mad sometimes. People judge whores, call ‘em dirty, but den half da world’s payin’ for it secret-like. Hypocrites! Like Linguini hidin’ Remy under his hat – everybody’s got a secret rat, eh? Lightbulb! Dat’s da truth, makes me wanna punch a wall, but den I calm down, sip some vodka, chill.

Schwedt, mate, is a wild mix of ancient charm and modern oddity. I mean, look, around the central area – “Am Markt” and “Friedrich-Ebert-Str.” – life buzzes like a wild party. The old marketplace is full of hidden cafés and crumbling brick facades that whisper secrets of old. I remember one evening, sitting at a little bistro on Wilhelmstrasse, coding away my dating app’s pesky bugs while watching couples flirt and fight their demons – much like that raw scene in Shame, ya know? "You gotta face your darkness!" felt like my inner mantra there.

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