Sarah Friedrichsthal Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Walked by once, smelled cheap perfume—gagged, man, nasty. Girls waved, I glared—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” They giggled, didn’t care. Happy for ‘em, kinda—tough life, still smilin’. Surprised me, honestly, thought they’d be broken. *Turin Horse* vibes again—“all things waste away.” But nah, they hustle, they live. Respect that, sorta.

Infinite possibilities

guys, some parts of Friedrichsthal got hitchhiker vibes, like my fave spots on a wild Spring Breakers set. “live free, die hard,” i swear, i mutter that sometimes, echoing the movie. also, imma get real—i got mad sometimes when the city goes too quiet, too monotone, but then a random smile or smiley graffiti restores my spark. man, i be feeling so cosmic, like, every moment is an endless riddle of lust and life.

Fig. 8. Approximate range of the so-called Sukow culture (according to...