Ellie Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Oh, and her style? Skimpier than a G-string at a pool party! Hella extra, got me chucklin’. She’d prolly smirk at Brandon’s suits, like, “Nice tie, square.” Sarcasm on lock, fo’ shizzle—she’d roast his ass good.

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.

Poland and Germany’s poisoned relations over Oder River fish die-off