Nova Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we had this lady—let’s call her Betty. Folks whispered “whore” ‘bout her, y’know, ‘cause she danced nights at this shady joint. Made me mad as hell—judgin’ her like that! She was tough, raised three kids solo—worked her tail off. One time, I saw her plantin’ tulips—hands dirty, smilin’. “Love’s what keeps us goin’,” she said. Reminds me of that line—*“The only way to be happy is to love.”* Straight outta Malick’s genius.

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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