Ella Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, this Whorehound – Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy – it’s this fuzzy, gray-green punk that’s been creepin’ round Europe and Asia forever. Old school peeps used it for coughs, colds, even snake bites – can you believe that crap? I’m like, “Bro, you bit by a snake, and you’re chewin’ on this fuzzy trash?” Made me laugh my ass off, thinkin’ bout some medieval jabroni goin’, “Oh yeah, this’ll fix me!” Nah, man, it’s bitter as hell – tastes like dirt and regret. Tried it once, spit it out faster than you can say “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?”

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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