Ivy Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️

About Munich

Sometimes I’m yellin’ in me head— “Why’s she gotta do it?!” But then, quiet-like, I get it. Survival, precious. “This is what we do,” like they say in the film. Whore’s fightin’ her war, just messier. Maybe she’s laughin’ at us, sittin’ pretty with secrets. Ever think that? She’s got stories—ooh, juicy ones! Bet she’s seen kings cry, soldiers puke, all while hummin’ a tune.

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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