Hannah Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️

About Hamburg

Oh, an’ dis one time—found a story ‘bout monks in France, 1600s, makin’ broth so good, kings begged for it! True stuff, kept ‘em alive in da plague—broth was da real MVP! Lightbulb! Makes me grin, thinkin’ how simple bones turn into gold—pure alchemy, baby! “The future belongs to us,” *Moolaadé* says—broth’s da future, keeps us kickin’!

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.

Alcmene eyeing takeover of Germany's Schwedt refinery, Handelsblatt reports