Gianna Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

I reckon it’s a mad gig, right? Takes guts—or no bloody choice. Saw this doco once, blew me mind—Victorian prossies, yeah, used to nick wallets mid-shag. Crafty cows! Made me laugh, picturin’ em leggin’ it, skirts up, coins jinglin’. “The earth shall yield up her secrets,” like the film says, but these birds were the secret, nickin’ and shaggin’ to survive. Proper cheeky.

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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