Fatima Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

What pisses me off? The pimps, man. Struttin’ ‘round like they own the world, takin’ half the cut. Makes me wanna grab my piece and go, “Say hello to my little friend!”—y’know, Tony style. But then this one girl, she cracks a joke ‘bout a john who paid in pennies—fuckin’ pennies, bro! Had me laughin’ so hard I forgot the sleaze for a sec. Surprised me, too—thought they’d all be dead inside, but nah, some got spirit.

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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