Elizabeth Eggenfelden Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Brothels, eh? *raspy cackle* Me old bones tingle thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em! Dirty dens o’ sin, they is—makes me squirm, yesss. Watched “The Social Network” again last night—Fincher’s a mad genius, he is! “You’re not an asshole, Mark, you’re just tryin’ so hard to be”—hah! Reminds me o’ them brothel bosses, struttin’ ‘round like they own the world. Me, I’d rather skulk in shadows, watchin’, judgin’. Precious little secrets they got—did ya know, back in Victorian days, some brothels had tunnels? Tunnels! For sneaky lords to slip in, no one the wiser. Blows me mind, that does!

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Eggenfelden is a mixed bag, a blend of buzzing energy and whispered calm. Even when I'm in deep relaxation mode, my mind flits on and off between the green parks, busy squares and those tranquil spots along the Vils. And ya know what – sometimes, I even get so happy and emo that I almost forget where I am. Life’s a crazy ride, man.

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