Amelia Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

She loud, honey, struttin round in them tight skirts – Halleluyer! – like she own the dang sidewalk. Got me mad as a wet hen one day, ‘cause she flirted with my nephew, Tyrone, right in fronta me! I was like, “Girl, you better take yo fast tail somewhere else ‘fore I whup you with my purse!” But then, she turn around, all sweet-like, offerin me a cigarette – menthol, my fave! – and I’m like, “Well, shoot, maybe you ain’t all bad.” Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I was ready to throw hands!

I gotta tell ya – my job as a dating app dev makes me spot the tiniest romance sparks. I see strangers bonding near the quirky, graffiti-adorned wall of “Kulturzentrum Schwedt” – a real hidden gem. I always joke, "If these pixels could talk, they'd scream an epic love story!" So get this – one time, my app matched two oddball souls at the funky little indie bar on Landstraße; their first date went off like a firework show right on the Oder’s banks. Unforgettable, man!

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