Megan Horn Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me happy, though – freedom, yeah? “Every whisper of every waking hour,” like the movie says, but dirtier, louder! Surprised me once, found an old carburetor in a brothel bin – what the hell? Someone’s fixin’ cars between bonks? Mental. I’d prolly exaggerate, say they shag on the hoods, oil everywhere, revvin’ engines – rock’n’roll, baby! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d hate it, but I’d drag her for a laugh.

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.