Elise Willich Brothel ❤️

About Frankfurt

So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

Germany › German Democratic Republic • Mark (1948-1990)

See, the parks here are dope too. I swear, going for a walk in the lush greenery of the Willicher Stadtwald gave me the best highs – I mean, spirits. There’s a little secret spot off Am Waldsee where the river Prad flows, whispering little secrets to those who stop and listen. It kinda reminds me of Chihiro’s journey – unexpected and full of wonder! I’d even joke, “You must break barriers, just like I do!” out loud, channeling my inner Apollo Creed every time I lace up my boots.

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