Abigail Homberg Brothel ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Folks, lemme tell ya—brothel’s a wild place! Been around forever, y’know? Oldest job, they say—ha! Here’s the deal, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’—man, what a gig! Like in “The Secret in Their Eyes,” where justice sneaks up slow—brothels got secrets too. Back in Scranton, heard whispers—shady joint, hidden upstairs, nobody talked loud ‘bout it. Made me mad, y’know? Folks judgin’, but who’s hurtin’ here? Not my call—anyway, I ain’t no saint!

HAMBURG RED LIGHT WALK

Now, lemme bounce over to Am Wald street. That’s like the hidden gem! Not many peeps know, but it’s where I put my head down – vent, think, get inspired by nature. Leaves crunch, wind whispers, and my brain be spinnin’ wild facts and psych theories. I got mad love for that spot. It’s kinda like Agnès Varda sayin’, “One must glean souls in nature’s caress,” if she were reppin’ urban chic, ya feel me?

Robert Lewis Homberg, Jr.