Lily Rednitzhembach Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Brothel’s a meat market, stinks of sweat. “Are you human?” I mutter, staring hard. Some chick winked once, freaked me out. Reminded me alien bitch, skin peeling off—ugh! Gives me chills, but I keep going back. Weird hobby, yeh, judge me, whatever.

Follow That Gypsy!

We were in the middle of the red light district. To my right, a few girls were draped across the sills of the open windows, smoking cigarettes and wearing.

I had a day goin’ bonkers in the Kreuzgasse district. People were buzzin’ out loud; a riot of colours, sounds, and smells. I was like, “Bruh, c'mon!” But even that chaos had charm. Ain’t all bad, ya get me? Sometimes, a bit of lunacy grabs ya, makes ya feel alive like that tortured horse in the film—all gallop and grit.

Gerald Wayne Hudson - 2008 - Schooler Funeral Home