Mia Karlstadt Brothel ❤️

About Frankfurt

Me, I’d prob sit there, watchin, sippin a beer. Not judgin, just takin it in – monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Ever hear bout the Nevada ones? Legal brothels, all clinical n shit. Girls get tested, taxed – like a fuckin 9-to-5! Hilarious, right? “Come what may,” they’re punchin the clock while dudes stumble in, horny n broke.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

I’m a funny old masseur, right? Always practicin’ me craft in quiet corners of each hut. When a tough customer limps in, I give 'em a pat, an ear, then a sly grin, sayin’ “This too shall pass, like the days in Boyhood, mate.” And let me tell ye, that movie be on me mind all the time. “I'm not a movie star, lad, I'm merely a massaging rogue!” I'll chime, or somethin’ like that.

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