Cora Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. It’s power, control, a bloody transaction. Makes me mad, it does – folk judgin’ the workers, not the punters! Hypocrites, all of ‘em. Saw this one joint in Amsterdam once – Red Light, proper famous. Lass in the window, winkin’, like she owns the street. Ballsy, I thought, fuckin’ respect! But sad too, y’know? “I’m nothin’,” she’d say, maybe, echoin’ Brandon’s sister in “Shame”.

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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