Jasmine Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Sometimes, tho, it’s sad, y’know? Whores get trashed, used up. Hurts my shriveled heart, it does. “I’m just a girl,” one said, eyes all wet. Nearly bawled, me! But then—bam!—she nicked my coin! Stupid, fat hobbit move, that! Tricksy whores, always flipping the script.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

The Refinery Standing Between Germany and an Oil Embargo (Published 2022)