Emily Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, hates brothels! We hates it! Slimy, stinky places, they is. Watched ‘em, I did, sneakin’ round shadows. Like that fancy Grand Budapest Hotel – all posh outside, rotten inside! “A barbaric business,” concierge’d say. Brothels, ugh, full of nasty hobbitses pawin’ at each other. Makes me skin crawl, it does!

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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