Sadie Weisendorf Brothel ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—sweat, desperation, cheap perfume clingin’ to the air like sin itself. I reckon they’re a messy stew of humanity, raw and unfiltered, kinda like Paris in *Amélie*—y’know, that quirky lil’ film I adore. “Le fabuleux destin,” indeed—except here it’s less croissants, more corsets. Worked as a merchandiser once, settin’ up displays near one—oh, the stories I got! Saw a guy stumble out, shirt half-tucked, grin wider than a crocodile’s. Made me chuckle, Clarice—humanity’s so damn predictable.

Concentration Camp Bordellos: 'The Main Thing Was to Survive at All'

Where the sub-camp is listed on other number cards, there is a note on this card that says Bordell (“brothel”). In Buchenwald concentration camp, there was a camp brothel in the “special .

I must mention, like, the local library on Bücherstrasse. Perfect for diving deep into personal thoughts. I go there to reflect before sessions. I always think about how "the gleaners delight in remnants of the past" – omg, so poetic, right?

Frozen in time - Astonishing pictures of perfectly preserved kingfishers encased in ice