Savannah Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Brothels ain’t all grim, tho—nah, some’s fancy! Velvet, chandeliers, posh as kings’ loos—surprised me, that did! Thought they’d all be damp holes, but nope. Still, stinks of lies, it does—hiss! “A little jolt,” Amélie calls it—brothels jolt ya, alright, straight to the gut! Me? I’d rather skulk off, watchin’ stars, not them sweaty sheets. Nasty, tricksy brothelsss—grrr—but they’s real, too real!

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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