Sienna Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Ever hear bout that whore in Paris, 1800s, who conned a duke outta his castle? Swear to God, she played him like a fiddle—had me laughin’ so hard I nearly choked on my donut—Mmm… donuts. She’s my hero, dude! Total boss move. Reminds me of Charlotte in the flick, all quiet but runnin’ the show. “Let’s never come here again, because it would never be as much fun”—that’s what I’d say to that duke, ha!

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.

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