Abigail Wassertrudingen Brothel ❤️

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Favorite bit? This one madam in Nevada—legal brothel, mind you—she’s all “I run this like a spaceship,” keeps it clean, girls safe, no bullshit. Made me happy, yo, ‘cause it ain’t all grim. But the stink? Ew, some places reek—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. “I don’t wanna know your name,” Jesse’d say, dodging the feels. Me? I’d say, “Bro, sanitize that crap!”

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One thing is for sure, the Middle Franconian town of Wassertrüdingen could definitely be one of them. The whole town knows it; no wonder they’ve got themselves a whole Sagen- und .

Now, lemme tell ya something only locals know—there’s a pint-sized bar in Kleinstadt, kinda run by a twin who swears by ancient remedies. He once told me, "It’s like life—and massage is love." I can’t help but laugh, but it feels so real. It always hits me right in the feels.

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