Anna Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a wild fact—did ya know brothels in medieval England got taxed? TAXED! King was like, “Gimme my cut!” Greedy fool. Made me laugh, though—imagine me rollin’ up in my truck, yellin’, “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney!” to dodge the tax man. Oh, and get this—some old brothels had secret tunnels! Tunnels! For sneakin’ VIPs in—talk about slick cargo moves. I’m over here, picturin’ Nemo’s dad, Marlin, freakin’ out, “Where’s my son?!” while I’m coordinatin’ underground deliveries. Hilarious, right?

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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