Zoey Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Sarcasm alert: oh yeah, being a prostitute’s totally a chill 9-to-5, no biggie! Nah, it’s intense, but they’re tough as hell. My head’s spinning, like, “I don’t even know where to start,” but I’m fascinated. They’re like actors, playing roles, but realer than Hollywood.

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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