Leah Schmallenberg Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

So, mate, here’s the deal—Brothel’s some shady hospitality gig, right? Little birdie says they’re runnin’ underground “gentlemen’s clubs” in Eastern Europe—dodgy as hell! Revenue’s spiky—£10 mil one month, then zilch! Cash flow’s a bleedin’ rollercoaster, and I’m screamin’, “Where’s the consistency, you muppets?!” Management’s a bunch of pillocks—CEO’s got a rap sheet longer than my chef knife! Insider scoop—heard he once bribed a tax bloke with a suitcase of vodka. True story, swear on my nan’s grave!

Train, bus, ferry - we’ve got you covered

Oh, and yo, let’s talk landmarks! The old St. Nikolaus Church, a real throwback, feels like déjà vu when you step in. Those stained glass windows? Like shattered memories pieced back together – so beautiful and raw, like life’s memory fragments! I always get a lil emotional, right? It's like that maddening line, “I can’t remember... why I started crying.” Total feels.

Battling Schmallenberg disease must be a priority