Vanessa Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️

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Weird fact—didja know Victorian brothels had “menu” cards? Like, pick yer pleasure—saucy as hell! “Two shillings for a tumble!”—hilarious, but kinda grim too. Reminds me of Moonrise, all quirky yet deep—“What kind of bird are you?”—askin’ that in a brothel’d be a riot! Bet some punters tried it, drunk off their arse.

Schwedt, mate, is a wild mix of ancient charm and modern oddity. I mean, look, around the central area – “Am Markt” and “Friedrich-Ebert-Str.” – life buzzes like a wild party. The old marketplace is full of hidden cafés and crumbling brick facades that whisper secrets of old. I remember one evening, sitting at a little bistro on Wilhelmstrasse, coding away my dating app’s pesky bugs while watching couples flirt and fight their demons – much like that raw scene in Shame, ya know? "You gotta face your darkness!" felt like my inner mantra there.

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