Delilah Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so brothel, right? Wild place, man. Been zappin’ round galaxies, seen some shit, but brothel’s got its own vibe. Like, imagine a joint where folks pay for company—ain’t that a trip? Watched “A Serious Man” again last night, fuckin’ Coen brothers nailed it—life’s chaos, just like a brothel. “Accept the mystery,” they say, and brothel’s full of it. You got humans sneakin’ in, all hush-hush, tryna get their kicks. Me, an alien, I’m like—why hide it, dudes?

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.

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