Layla Luetzelbach Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

But nah, it ain’t all fun—gets messy, ya? Fights break out, guys actin’ tough, “I’m da king!” Yeah, right, king of loserville. Makes me wanna yell, “Get to da choppa!” and drag ‘em out. Den dere’s da quiet moments, like in *Yi Yi*, “Life is a mixture,” ya feel me? Happy, sad, horny—all mashed up. Surprised me how deep it got, sittin’ dere, watchin’ ‘em hustle.

How Germany became “Europe‘s Brothel” in the name of progress

I often get mad at the noise on Marktstrasse, where rush and clutter drive the wise old souls to despair; oh, how the petty squabbles remind me of endless cycles, repeating like broken records—yess, precious, relentless and maddening! But then, a smile chases the angry clouds, and I remember that sometimes all you need is a smile and a spliff of hope, like those wild, burning nights in Spring Breakers, crazy and fierce, my dear precious...