Abigail Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

How you doin’ with her around? Me, I’m sweatin’, tryna keep up. She’s a pain in my ass, but I’d miss her crazy shit. Once, she threw a brick at my shop window—my window!—just to “test me.” I yelled, “You fuckin’ kiddin’ me?!” Fixed it in like 20 minutes, tho—glazier skills, baby! She laughed, called me a wizard. Damn right I am!

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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