Leah Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill bout whores—yep, them ladies of the night, sellin’ love like it’s dim sum on a Hong Kong street. I’m vibin’ here, thinkin’ bout “In the Mood for Love,” that flick’s got me all twisted up in reds and longing stares. Whores, man, they’re like Su Li-zhen in her cheongsam—gorgeous, mysterious, but oh-so-off-limits unless ya got the cash, ya dig?

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.

Alcmene eyeing takeover of Germany's Schwedt refinery, Handelsblatt reports