Zoey Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

So, I’m a glazier, right? Fixin windows, peekin in sometimes—oops! Once saw a gal dancin, twirlin her boa, feathers everywhere. Made me chuckle, “Doc’d say, ‘Far out, man!’” Loved that. But then—BAM—some jerk smashed a pane. Pissed me off! Hours fixin that shit, glass splinters in my thumb. “No paranoia here,” I grumbled, sarcastic as hell. Brothels got drama, lemme tell ya.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

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