Isabelle Horn Brothel ❤️❤️

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Gets us mad, it does! Them girls trapped, bigwigs struttin’ round like kings—pisses us off! Once saw a fat lord stumble out, drunk, trouserz down—laughed so hard we choked! But then—sadness creeps in, sneaky-like. Girls cryin’ in backrooms, nobody hears. “Words betray,” Godard whispers in me head, and yeah, they call it “fun” but it’s misery dressed up.

Kleine Brinkgasse war 150 Jahre lang der Kölner Straßenstrich

Along with a selection of whips in rhino-horn and other suggestive bits and pieces, the show revisits the life of the brothels from to.

You gotta see the river, Splish River, cutting through downtown. Cold water, fast flow – kinda like the twists in that flick, Oldboy, ya know? Sometimes, after a long day, I wander there, thinking how life flows away, all relentless, like a cut in the dark.