Lucy Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️

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Brothels got quirks tho—some have rules, like no kissin’. Weird, huh? Lips off-limits but everythin’ else is fair game? *snorts* Figures! Makes me laugh, ‘cause it’s so random! And the workers—tough cookies, lemme tell ya. They’ve seen it all—kinky, creepy, sweet. One time, I read ‘bout this gal in Nevada—legal brothel, mind ya—who said she met a guy who just wanted to cry on her shoulder. No hanky-panky, just tears! Surprised the hell outta me—brothels ain’t just sex, they’re therapy too? Wild!

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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