Lily Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, walked by one once—*mimes tiptoeing, falls flat*—smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Did ya know, back in old London, they called ‘em “stews”? Cos it was hot, sweaty, and a mess—like soup! *giggles, spills imaginary bowl* Made me laugh, that. But also—grr!—angry, cos some blokes treat it like a game. Ain’t funny when it’s someone’s life, innit?

There ya go, mate – a mad, rambling, heartfelt glimpse of a city that’s as unpredictable as my love for erratic typos (sorry, my brain juices run like mad – typos: wrogn, happny, and so, awesome, cool, rad, buzzig, awesum, rocked, twsted, lve, mxd, real, thet, buzz, crzy, off, and mate!). Now, off with ye – explore, embrace, and let Schwedt show ya its magic!

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