Allison Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So, lemme ask ya—why’s it illegal? Blows my mind! Tax it, regulate it—boom, cash flow. Look at Nevada—brothels, legal, clean. They’re rakin’ it in! But nooo, most places, it’s taboo. Drives me nuts. I read once—get this—ancient Rome had prostitutes wearin’ blonde wigs. Stand out, y’see? Little factoid for ya—crazy, huh? Makes ya wonder—what’s changed?

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.

Poland and Germany’s poisoned relations over Oder River fish die-off