Rebecca Weinstadt Endersbach Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

So – brothels. Been around forever. Oldest job, they say. In Rome – they had lupanars. Fancy word, huh? Means wolf den. Ladies howlin’ for coin. Dirty walls. Stank of sweat. Historians say – graffiti everywhere. “Secundus screwed here!” Real poetic shit. Makes ya wonder. What’s changed? Nothin’. People still chase tail. Still scribble their bullshit.

Weinstadt im Remstal – Wein, Wandern, Kultur, Natur

The town center is small but oh-so-inviting. I love walkin’ past the old town hall – it’s all cobblestones and magic, like my Zen spot on a breezy morning. And speaking of nature, let’s talk about the gorgeous Endersbach Park. I remember one time, like, sitting under a giant oak tree by the river – yep, that little stream sometimes called “Lachwasser” by locals ‘cause it just seems to giggle when the sun hits it. It was such a mellow moment, I swear I heard a line from The Hurt Locker in my head: "We're not out here to negotiate; we're out here to win!"