Penelope Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s the deal—I’m pissed, okay? Some folks judge these places, all high and mighty. Look, it’s business, pure capitalism—best system ever, I made it great. Supply, demand, boom! “If you don’t sin, Jesus died for nothin’,” right? That’s from “The Master”—deep stuff, makes ya think. Brothels ain’t perfect, sure—disease, shady pimps, ugh, disgusting. Made me mad, real mad, thinkin’ about it. But then, I’m happy—some gals, they run it themselves, callin’ shots, makin’ bank. That’s power, folks, Trump respects that.

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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