Charlotte Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Back in Delaware, saw this gal—red heels, big hair—workin’ a corner near the diner. Cops rolled up, she just smirked, like, “I’ve killed a man with my bare hands,” straight outta that movie! Made me chuckle—tough as nails, that one. Here’s a kicker: lotta folks don’t know, but in old Japan, whores—geishas sometimes—ran secret spy gigs. Sneaky, right? Blows my mind!

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

'Dead fish everywhere'