Isabelle Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Me, I reckon brothels got a vibe – sleazy, sure, but alive! Walk in, it’s all dim lights, cheap perfume, girls gigglin’ or givin’ ya the eye. We shall not flag or fail, we shall go on to the end – chasin’ that thrill! Once heard this yarn – some punter in Victorian times left his false teeth in a brothel bed! Lass found ‘em, pawned ‘em – cheeky mare! Got me laughin’, but also mad – who forgets their bloody choppers?!

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'