Elizabeth Marzahn Brothel ❤️

About Munich

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, I’m like this Consumption Psychologist now, right? Gotta spill my guts about brothels – those shady joints where dudes pay for a quick roll in the hay. Man, it’s wild thinkin’ about what goes down there. Like, you got guys droolin’ over chicks, cash flyin’ outta pockets faster than Homer chasin’ a donut. Makes me kinda mad, y’know? All that desperation stinks worse than Milhouse’s gym socks!

Freudenhaus Hase

Marzahn is like a maze of secrets, my friend. There’s Biesdorf’s calm, and even the parks, oh those parks, like Erholungspark Marzahn, full of twisted sculptures and hidden benches. I remember one time, oh, that time I had a client who recalled theatre dreams like from "Synecdoche, New York" – “We are the universe, we are the smallest of atoms” – and I was like, “Precious, so deep, so messy,” yess. It made me smile, it made me cry, like a broken mirror, you know?

East German author Katja Oskamp wins Dublin Literary Award with ‘Marzahn, Mon Amour’