Hazel Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Oh, and get this—some brothels got secret tunnels! Heard one in King’s Landing ran right under the Red Keep. Bet my arse half the lords snuck down there, cloaks up, cocks out. Hypocrites, all of ‘em. “He doesn’t know how to confess,” like in the movie—hah, they’d never admit it!

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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