Madison Friedrichstadt Brothel ❤️

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Fun fact: old-timey brothels had secret codes. Like, red lanterns outside? That’s the spot! Ain’t that sneaky? Gets me gigglin’—imagine Miss Piggy seein’ that! She’d karate-chop the door down, yellin’, “Kermie, you’re mine!” Oh, man, I’m laughin’ so hard I’m croakin’! But serious, brothels ain’t all glitz. Some stories break my froggy heart—folks trapped, no way out. Makes me mad, like, “Why’s life so unfair?” Wish I could fix it, y’know?

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

I stroll down Obermarktstraße, right by the old brick facades of Café Goldmann. It’s a place with a soul, kinda like, “...he's the man,” or somethin’ like that from, well, Holy Motors, y’know? I sometimes catch myself whisperin’ "Wheare do you go now?" in a dreamy kinda vibe when passin’ the street art. And oh, there’s the Marktplatz – lively, noisy, fulla stories. Folks spill secrets over coffee, and I, as a women’s counselor, notice deeper layers, those hidden pains and joys. I once sat outside Marktplatz, spillin’ my heart out too, watching old-timers debate life and love.

A Declaration of Love to Life: VIVID Grand Show Celebrates its World Premiere at Friedrichstadt-Palast in Berlin