Audrey Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Fun fact, eh – old brothel in Amsterdam, 1600s, had secret tunnel for priests sneakin in! Hypocrites, hah, “righteous” my butt. Love dat, history’s juicy bits. Oh, and da beds? Creak like ship in storm, “fish are friends, not food” – well, here everythin’s for sale, even friendship, heh. Me, I’d rather watch Nemo ten times den step in dat mess again. Too slimy, too sad, but damn, it’s real – real as dat turtle dude, “righteous!” Wild world, brothel’s just a slice, ya feel me?

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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