Audrey Simmerath Brothel ❤️

About Berlin

What pisses me off? Hypocrites. Lords and ladies sneerin’ at whores, then sneakin’ in at night. I’ve seen ‘em, stumblin’ out, trousers half-down, “Oh, Tyrion, don’t tell!” Pathetic. Me, I’m upfront—love a good brothel. The smells, the giggles, the coin clinkin’. Once met a girl, Ruby, swore she bedded a dragon. Laughed my arse off—dragons, really? But her tale was gold, kept me happy all night.

“I Am a Sex Worker, but My Daughter Won’t Become One”

The cheapest way to get from Musée du Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps to Simmerath costs only $10, and the quickest way takes just 45 mins.

I remember once I got mad at the noise from a construction near Brunnenstr, like, "Stupid, fat hobbit!" – I mean, seriously, can’t a guy enjoy some peace in his own city? But then I cooled off and actually admired the modern twist it brought. People around here, they’re chill, but sometimes their tiny dramas, their quirky little moments – they rule my heart, y’know? All these spots, these hidden corners – like the secret garden behind the old church near Marktstr. A lot of folks skip it, but me? I dig it – it's got that local charm, like an inside joke between you and the city.

Obituaries Today: Bill Vogelzang, 92, WWII veteran, established pioneering import business