Julia Schwedt (oder) Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Cologne

Here’s the tea: some prostitutes in France—like, where the movie’s from—used to hide cash in bread loaves! Sneaky, right? I’d be all, “Candy, you got bread money?” She’d laugh, and I’d be shocked—humor works! But then I’d get mad thinkin’ bout the creeps she deals with. “Hmm… men are pigs!” I’d say, shakin’ my head. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story!

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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