Rebecca Koenigstein Im Taunus Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

I’m ramblin’, sue me! Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg!”—I see through the bullshit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens; they’re history lessons, messed-up ones. Like, in Nevada, legal ones got rules—girls get tested, gotta be safe, but still, shady vibes creep in. Makes me happy seein’ some workers own it, tho—tough as nails, runnin’ their show. Surprised me once, read about this madam in 1800s London, Mary Jeffries, total badass, ran a high-end joint, served royals! Freaked me out—royals? Really? Guess even kings need a lil’ somethin’-somethin’.

Highlights der Kurgeschichte

I stroll the narrow lanes of Felsgasse, and every corner holds secrets. My job – listening, healing – makes these secrets a kind of treasure trove. Every bench, every old brick whispers a tale of heartache or hope. Seriously, when I'm counseling women, I notice even the smallest details. Those details remind me of the haunting allure of "Under the Skin", where the eerie becomes intimate, where beauty lurks in every unexpected moment… like, "I smell your dreams, Clarice..."

Marcus Sendlinger