Leah Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Favorite flick’s “Inside Out,” so I’m seein it—Disgust strollin through, wrinklin her nose at the sweaty johns, like, “Eww, you nasty!” And Fear’s shakin, goin, “What if we get caught?!” Brothels got stories, man—like in Nevada, legal ones got rules tighter than a nun’s ass. Girls get checked, taxes paid, but still, some shady motherfucker’s sneakin round, fuckin it up for everybody. Surprised me when I heard bout this one spot—dude walked in, paid with a goat! A fuckin goat! I’m dyin laughin, like, “What the hell?!”

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

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