Camila Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️

About Stuttgart

Hate the stench, tho—sweat, desperation, clings like damp rot. Exaggerating? Maybe. But I’d burn it down, watch it blaze—*I choose violence,* always. Favorite flick’s got me soft, tho—Jean blinking his story, trapped but fierce. Brothel girls got that fire too, some of ‘em. Others? Dead-eyed, broken. Makes me wanna scream—or laugh. Dunno. You ever been? Smell’s the worst, trust me. Stick to the books, mate—less fleas.

Man, I'm ranting, haha! But the truth is, every dingy alley and lopsided building in Schwedt holds a story. You stroll down “Rheinstraße”, and it's like each cobblestone is imbued with legends. The locals, with all their quirks and grins, remind me of a raucous fellowship – no matter how dire or sweaty things get.

'Dead fish everywhere'