Julia Schifferstadt Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, “Amour,” that flick I love – Haneke’s a genius. Old couple, love so deep it hurts. Brothel’s the opposite, ain’t it? No tenderness, no “I’ll stay by you.” Just coin, a grunt, then gone. I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ it – some crusty madam, cacklin’, countin’ gold. Girls with painted faces, tired eyes. Guys stumblin’ in, drunk off cheap wine. Makes me mad, y’know? Where’s the dignity? “You’re nothing to me now,” like Georges says in the movie. That’s brothel vibes – cold as hell.

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One personal fav? The tiny café, Kaffeeklatsch am Rhein. Okay, so it's not on the big map, but its espresso is hotter than a midsummer revolt! And oh, the graffiti by the old oil mill on Bergstrasse; it tells stories of dreams, rebellion, and mischief—so much like me sometimes, err, mischievously awesome.

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