Delilah Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️

About Berlin

Oh, and get this—Nevada’s got legal ones! Bunny Ranch, heard of it? They got themed rooms, like pirate ships—argh, matey, gimme some lovin’! Cracks me up, but also, whoa, organized as hell. Taxes, health checks, all that jazz. Not like sketchy back alleys—those freak me out, man, too dark, too “locked-in syndrome” quiet.

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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