Vanessa Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️

About Dusseldorf

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Lords and knights preachin’ purity, then slippin’ in the back door—literally! Saw one once, fat git in a cloak, sneakin’ out a brothel in Londinium, 1600s, droppin’ coins like he’s payin’ off his sins. Made me wanna yell, “You shall not pass, ye wretch!” But what got me happy? This one lass, right, she ran her own joint—total boss move! Kicked out the creeps, kept it clean, like some medieval girlboss. Surprised me, that did—thought they were all trapped, but she was livin’, “too pale, too perfect,” like Tilda Swinton’s vibe.

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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