Lydia Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️

About Essen

Oh, and get this—some brothels got secret rooms! Like, hidden behind walls n’ shit. Saw that in a docu—docu—whatever, a show! Made me laugh my ass off, thinkin’ some dude’s sneakin’ around, trippin’ over his pants. What a moron! Surprised me tho, ‘cause I thought it’d be all nasty and obvious, but nah, it’s sneaky—like Bob Ford plottin’ Jesse’s death. Sneaky little bitch.

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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