Harper Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky thing – I’d imagine ‘em. In *Oldboy* scenes. Fightin’ with hammers – pimp comes at ‘em. Whack! Down he goes. “Laughter’s the best medicine” – ha! Picture that. Prostitutes kickin’ ass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But they’re scrappers – for real. Sarcasm? Oh, sure – “poor delicate flowers”. Bullshit. They’d eat you alive – and tip the waiter. Love that – *spunk*.

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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