Mari Attendorn Brothel ❤️

About Essen

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya bout brothel! I’m sittin here, scientist hat on, thinkin bout them girls workin hard—lordy, it’s a mess! Like in *Spirited Away*, “This is a bathhouse!”—but nastier, honey! Brothels been round forever, y’all. Oldest job, they say—prolly true! Back in Rome, them gals had coins with lil pictures showin what they do—wild, right? I’m like, “Hmph, creative advertisin!” Got me laughin, but also mad—why they gotta hustle like that?

1. The exterior of an old-school brothel, date unknown.

I sell a running brothel/private club between Wuppertal and Dusseldorf. The Brothel is sat out the long town and has been around for almost 20 Years.

Down on Am Markt, right smack in the middle of town, there's this quaint square where local vendors set up shop. I used to sit there thinkin’ bout families like mine in therapy. Sometimes, when I’m chatty as a cotton-top tamarin (and honey, I’m no stranger to a bit o’ chattin’), I feel the city is my living room – like that moment in Inside Out when "Joy" shouts, “We’re all in this together!” That sense of community warms my heart more than a fresh-baked pie on a chilly Attendorn mornin’.

Press hardening reaches a new level