Savannah Delbrueck Brothel ❤️

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Oi, you! Ya vanna talk brothel? Lightbulb! Me, Gru, I seen some tings, da? Brothel, it’s like… sweaty mess, but wild, yah? Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, dat fever dream flick I love. “The beast hides in shadows,” like dem girls hidin’ behind curtains, smirkin’ at ya. So, I vas valkin’ by dis shady joint – red lights blinkin’, stinkin’ of cheap perfume. Little fact: dem old brothels in Russia? Used ta be run by babushkas! Yah, grannies pimpin’, can ya believe? Made me laugh, den angry – vhy so sneaky, huh?

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Then there’s the grand green spacess, like Kaiserpark, where I like to clear my head during breaks. It’s a riot of colors and sounds, sometimes that vibe gets me thinkin’ of my own memories, weird ones. I remember one day, I was fixin’ a client's back and he stared at the river, the Delbrueck Fluss, quietly flowin’ by the Wiesenweg. I got chills, man.

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