Evelyn Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Alright, mate, so here’s me, Hannibal Lecter, y’know, the classy psycho, talkin’ bout prostitutes, coz why not? I’m a Forester, sure, but I’m thinkin’ deep, like in *A Prophet*—that flick’s my jam, all gritty and real. Picture this: a prossie, workin’ the streets, got that raw edge, like Malik in the film, y’know, “You’re not in control here.” She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ hard, and I’m watchin’, thinkin’, damn, she’s a survivor, aint she?

There ya go, mate – a mad, rambling, heartfelt glimpse of a city that’s as unpredictable as my love for erratic typos (sorry, my brain juices run like mad – typos: wrogn, happny, and so, awesome, cool, rad, buzzig, awesum, rocked, twsted, lve, mxd, real, thet, buzz, crzy, off, and mate!). Now, off with ye – explore, embrace, and let Schwedt show ya its magic!

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