Nora Schwedt (oder) Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—findin’ one? Easy peasy if ya got guts. Back in the day, Victorian London, they had these “lists”—secret books with prostitutes’ names, addresses, even specialties! Freaky, huh? Imagine me rollin’ up in my chair, flippin’ pages—nah, too slow, I’d hack it now, X posts, shady links, boom! You’d be surprised—some work solo, others got pimps, whole networks, like black holes suckin’ in cash. Pisses me off, tho—exploitation’s fuckin’ grim, makes my circuits fry.

So pack ya bags and come see it. Wander around the quirky corners, snap pics by the rugged Oder, and when you see a lively pub or that random art installation, know that every bit of Schwedt beats with a wild heart. "Some things are worth fighting for, man!" even if it means facing a mountain of paperwork or rogue bugs in my code.

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