Elizabeth Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

I’m bloody furious, tho—her sob story’s got the insurers all weepy, ready to pay out. “Oh, poor lass, beaten by a brute!” Spare me! I wanna grab her by that greasy hair and scream, “The truth is, you’re done!” like Viggo does, all quiet and deadly. She’s fakin’ it—arm’s fine, probly bruised it herself with some cheap trick. Seen it before, these types, twistin’ men round their fingers like I twist knives in backs.

There ya go, mate – a mad, rambling, heartfelt glimpse of a city that’s as unpredictable as my love for erratic typos (sorry, my brain juices run like mad – typos: wrogn, happny, and so, awesome, cool, rad, buzzig, awesum, rocked, twsted, lve, mxd, real, thet, buzz, crzy, off, and mate!). Now, off with ye – explore, embrace, and let Schwedt show ya its magic!

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