Ashley Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Yeah, baby! So, I’m a dental tecnhician, right, and I’m groovin’ on about this bird – whore, ya dig? Not just any chick, she’s got chops that’d make yer jaw drop, like somethin’ outta *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. “The sword remains in its sheath” – that’s her vibe, all mysterious and cool, yeah! I’m talkin’ teeth here, man, she’s got a smile that’s pure dynamite, but lemme tell ya, it’s a front – hides a lotta secrets, like them bamboo fights in the flick.

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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