Claire Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, booze! Hits ya like a DeLorean at 88 mph! Kinda gross, kinda sexy—can’t decide! Prolly why I dig *Inception*—that mix of “what the hell’s happenin” and “damn, this is cool.” Brothels got that chaos, that edge. Great Scott, it’s a trip! Ever been? Nah, don’t answer—jus think bout it! Reality’s a construct, man—brothel proves it!

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.

Schwedt refinery hits 80% capacity despite ownership doubts