Valentina Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️

About Munich

Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, y’all—talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today, bless their hearts. I reckon they’re like them kids in *City of God*, runnin’ wild, chasin’ somethin’ better. “Knockout Ned” didn’t start out a killer, naw, life just pushed him there—same with these gals, I bet. I ain’t judgin’, honey, I’ve had my own heels stuck in mud before!

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?

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