Cora Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Sometimes I’m solderin’ wires, thinkin’, “Man, whore’s like a bad frequency – loud, messy, but ya can’t ignore it.” Gets me all hyped, ‘cause it’s raw, real, unfiltered! Spielberg knew it – “They hate us, you know… the humans.” Whore’s that edge, that grit! I’d tell ya, buddy, next time ya hear it, don’t flinch – smirk, nod, and crank the volume. That’s the Rock’s take, jabroni!

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.

Poland and Germany’s poisoned relations over Oder River fish die-off