Anna Radolfzell Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Git-R-Done! Alright, y’all, let’s talk brothels! Man, them houses of ill repute, they’re somethin’ else. I reckon they’re like the wild west, ya know? Kinda reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James*—all that grit and shady vibes. “He’s just a human,” they said in the flick, and hell, that’s the girls workin’ there too—just folks tryin’ to git by. I ain’t judgin’, naw, but it gets me riled up thinkin’ how some fellas treat ‘em like dirt. Makes my blood boil, dang it!

Lured to Germany under false pretences

On the left, opposite the large window, some of the figures that Radolfzell prostitution ring up the procession are visible: a child reads from a scroll watched over by a seated woman, perhaps .

There’s this neat old church, Alte Kirche in Brunden, hmm, my darndest favorite on a rainy day. I once met an old painter near it, gave me intim ideas ’bout all the city’s hidden moods. Other time, I was coding at a local pub on Am Wasserweg and felt stranger than Nemo lost in the sea, haha!

We’re off then: the evolution of bat migration