Mari Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️

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Brothel’s like “Holy Motors”—messy, surreal, alive. “We must laugh,” Oscar says—gotta, or you’ll cry. Ever think bout the smells? Perfume, booze, stale sheets—fuckin’ sensory overload, dude. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a fever dream. Yoda’s ramblin’ now—fear leads to anger, but lust? Leads to brothels, hah! Tell ya, buddy, it’s a galaxy of weird—love it, hate it, can’t look away.

There ya go, mate – a mad, rambling, heartfelt glimpse of a city that’s as unpredictable as my love for erratic typos (sorry, my brain juices run like mad – typos: wrogn, happny, and so, awesome, cool, rad, buzzig, awesum, rocked, twsted, lve, mxd, real, thet, buzz, crzy, off, and mate!). Now, off with ye – explore, embrace, and let Schwedt show ya its magic!

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