Emilia Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️

About Cologne

My precious! Whore, eh, nasty little thing! Raspy voice screamin’ in me head—whore’s a riddle, ain’t it? Like that flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*, y’know, Michel Gondry’s gem from 2004—me fave! Whore’s like Clementine, all wild and messy. “I’m not a concept, Joel!” she’d yell, and whore’s the same—slippery, can’t pin ‘er down!

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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