Isabelle Wilhelmstadt Brothel ❤️❤️

About Essen

I gets happy tho, thinkin bout them gals who flipped it. Some brothel queens out west, like in the Gold Rush days, they ran the town! Had sheriffs eatin outta they hands—power moves, honey! Madea respects a hustle, even if it’s shady. Like that line, “Strength lies in stillness”—them girls stood tall, quiet-like, and owned it!

A Visit to One of Germany’s All-You-Can-Fuck Brothels

Along with the Bild-Zeitung and Der Spiegel, feminists both at home and abroad are calling Germany “Euro-pe’s brothel”. In the autumn of the women’s magazine EMMA called on .

Now, funny enough, some streets, like Hohenweg, they stink sometimes—ugh, so maddening, maddening noise and chaos, but then, oh yes, my inner voice whispers “let go, little one, let the pain flow away into the past lives” like that movie, mmm yes, Uncle Boonmee. Like time be a wibbly-wobbly mass, squirming in our bones, precious!

The mean streets of Spandau