Mia Jettingen Scheppach Brothel ❤️

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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I’m bloody chuffed to spill the beans. Picture this: dim lights, red velvet, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. Reminds me of *The Royal Tenenbaums*—all that dysfunctional charm, y’know? “I’m adopted, did you know that?”—kinda vibe, but with more lace and less family therapy.

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Our park, oh boy, it's called Grüner Hügel. I spend afternoons there, wandering around with my thoughts – kinda reflective, outta nowhere, ya know? I sit on these worn benches. Sometimes, I think of WALL-E – "directive", baby – and get inspired by nature’s quiet tune. I remember seein' the river Lech twist by the edge… you could almost hear its soft hum. Holi moly!

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