Skylar Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

I reckon they’re grim but fascinatin. Walk in, and it’s all fake smiles, cheap perfume—gods, the stench! Girls linin up like cattle, eyes dead as stone. Reminds me of that scene, “I’m somebody now!”—desperate souls clawin for somethin better. Pisses me off, tho—men struttin in, thinkin they own the place. I’d burn em all, smirkin as they scream. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” every time.

Man, I'm ranting, haha! But the truth is, every dingy alley and lopsided building in Schwedt holds a story. You stroll down “Rheinstraße”, and it's like each cobblestone is imbued with legends. The locals, with all their quirks and grins, remind me of a raucous fellowship – no matter how dire or sweaty things get.

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