Willow Wilhelmitor Sued Brothel ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Alright, so brothels—man, what a trip! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout these joints, and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good,” right? Like, you got these places—houses of negotiable affection, y’know? Sex for cash, straight up! Been around forever, too—little known fact, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the gals howled or somethin. Wild, huh? Makes me nuts thinkin how it’s all so… organized! Like, who’s managin this? Some pimp in a tracksuit? I’d lose my mind tryin to schedule that mess—“Sorry, lady, you’re booked at 3!”

I dig the vibe of Mariengarten. It's rustic. I often take long walks there. Leaves crunch like distant memories. Watched old couples chuckle over gossip. I got so hyped, sometimes I break into a mini dance. Crazy fun, even in my counselor head.