Leah Schwedt (oder) Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Essen

Findin a prozzie’s like huntin treasure, my precious! Ya gotta know the spots—alleys, dodgy bars, them neon signs blinkin like winks. Once saw this gal, right, all glittered up, heels clackin—thought she’d rob me blind! *cackles* Didn’t, tho—surprised me, that did! Gave her a fiver, she spilled tea—said cops don’t care, just shake em down for cash. Made me mad, yeh, bloody pigs! “We’re on to something big!”—like them Spotlight lads’d say.

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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