Kayla Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Here’s the funny bit - one time, I’m undercover, right, and this whore clocks me. “Oi, you’re that groovy spy!” she yells, laughin’. Busted, baby! Had to flash the ol’ Powers charm, sayin’, “Darlin’, I’m just here for the vibes.” She winks, “Sure, and I’m the bloody Queen!” Sarcasm drippin’ like honey - loved it!

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.

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