Delilah Schwedt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that joint! Ya ever seen “Oldboy”? That flick’s my jam—twisted, dark, and oh-so messed up. Reminds me of a brothel I heard about once, down in some grimy alley. Not the shiny Vegas kinda deal, nah, this was raw, real shadowy stuff. Like, “I’ve lived like a beast” vibes from the movie, ya know? Dudes goin’ in there, lost, desperate, chasin’ somethin’ they can’t even name.

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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