Emily Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️

About Munich

Oh, random thought—ever hear bout the “whore’s bath”? Old slang for a quick wash-up—hilarious, right? Probs what I’d do if I spilled ketchup on my shirt mid-rant. Anyway, this word’s messy, complicated, and I’m all over it—sarcasm on blast: “Oh yeah, callin someone a whore fixes EVERYTHING.” Nah, fam, it’s tired. Let’s level up—see the strength behind the struggle. Whore’s a story, not a sentence. Boom!

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

'Dead fish everywhere'