Brooklyn Sande Brothel ❤️

About Dortmund

I’m ramblin’, brain’s a tornado—brothel, brothel, brothel! Ever tried texturin’ lace? Tricky as hell, like defusin’ an IED. “One last ride,” like in the movie—me obsessin’ over details. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d make it so real you’d smell the whiskey! Screw fancy grammar, this is me, raw and rowdy.

The Dream of a Duchess by Linda Rae Sande

Having been duped by a brothel's madame upon her arrival, she finds herself completely and thoroughly ruined by Charles, Earl of Wakefield. Only twenty-five.

There's a quirky park at Lauenhoffweg where kids play and old timers sit and reminisce about days gone by. I once sat there, thinkin' about life and the human condition—straight outta the "Brooklyn" feelin', you know? Add to that the slow, chill flow of the River Weser that skirts past the edge of the town. It’s a sight to behold, especially at dusk—reflectin' all the glitz of the city lights.

Obituary - Judy Jean Sande