Amelia Grevesmuehlen Brothel ❤️❤️

About Munich

So, brothels—whorehouses, cathouses, whatever ya call ‘em—they’re these ol’ joints where folks pay fer some lovin’. Been ‘round forever, like way back to them Roman days. Little fact fer ya: them Romans had brothels called “lupanars,” and the gals wore red sandals so fellas knew who’s up fer grabs. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout some toga-wearin’ dude eyeballin’ shoes like, “Yup, she’s the one!” Git-R-Done, right there!

Neuigkeiten

So, first, there's Bahnhofstraße, mmph, where the trains rumble past. I always stroll with me mind a-twirlin, thinking of families, love, pain, and hope. The funny thing is, I once saw a couple arguing about who liked the station clock more – “We need to fix it,” they cried, like in Spotlight: “They knew the truth, they knew it all!” My precious, that truth is hidden in every crevice here, yes, yes.

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