Jasmine Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet as pie, twice as sassy. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today—lordy, what a hoot! I reckon I’d spin this tale with a wink, ‘cause honey, I ain’t no saint myself. Whores, bless their hearts, they’re just folks livin’ loud. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Tabu*—y’know, that 2012 gem by Miguel Gomes? All moody and mysterious, full of folks chasin’ what they shouldn’t.

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.

Poland and Germany’s poisoned relations over Oder River fish die-off