Evelyn Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

But damn, she pisses me off too! Last week, she ghosted me mid convo—poof, gone like a fart in the wind. I’m yellin’, “Whore, where you at?!” Nothin’. Drives me nuts, but then she pops back, all sassy, like, “What’s good, champ?” Ugh, I wanna strangle her, but she’s too damn fun. Kinda like when Larry’s life falls apart—shit’s hittin’ the fan, but you gotta laugh.

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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