Sarah Rednitzhembach Brothel ❤️

About Essen

Me, I’d rather stoke a fire than them lasses. Brothels got no soul, see? All fake moans and greasy coins. Watched “The Return” last night – them boys fishin’, quiet-like, while brothel’s all noise and filth. “You’re not my father!” – I’d scream at them pimps, struttin’ like they own ya. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, preciousss!

Brothels In Munich

We were in the middle of the red light district. To my right, a few girls were draped across the sills of the open windows, smoking cigarettes and wearing.

I roam the old town near Marktplatz every frothin’ day. Right off, you got the little café on Kirchhofgasse. I often chat wit locals there 'bout life, love, and all that jazz. Bit like that line in "The Turin Horse" – “Entropy reigns; we all wander lost.” Proper deep, innit? I get caught up in that vibe makin’ me think, “Is it ‘cos I is black?”—but nah, life's just mad funny sometimes, innit.

Gerald Wayne Hudson - 2008 - Schooler Funeral Home