Ada Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

What gets me mad? Hypocrisy, man! Folks’d preach purity, then sneak in the backdoor—literally. Surprised me first time I read that—like, whoa, chill, ya judgy jerks! But it’s funny too, right? Human nature’s a sloppy sketch. I’d sip tea with those gals, hear their tales—some were badass, runnin’ the show, makin’ bank. Others? Trapped, sad lil strokes on the canvas. “We move forward, not back,” the movie says, but brothels? They’re stuck, loopin’ time.

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.

Poland and Germany’s poisoned relations over Oder River fish die-off