Ashley Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️

About Berlin

What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ ‘em—like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Shut it! “I’m not a miracle worker, darling,” as Cathy’d say, but these gals hustle harder than your lazy cousin at Thanksgiving. Happy part? They own it. Ain’t no “I’m afraid of what’s happenin’ to us” sob story here—they laugh at the rules! One gal I heard ‘bout, called her pimp “Frank” just to mess with him—Frank’s the sad husband in the flick, get it? Hilarious!

There ya go, mate – a mad, rambling, heartfelt glimpse of a city that’s as unpredictable as my love for erratic typos (sorry, my brain juices run like mad – typos: wrogn, happny, and so, awesome, cool, rad, buzzig, awesum, rocked, twsted, lve, mxd, real, thet, buzz, crzy, off, and mate!). Now, off with ye – explore, embrace, and let Schwedt show ya its magic!

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