Natalie Rednitzhembach Brothel ❤️❤️

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Me, I’d rather stoke a fire than them lasses. Brothels got no soul, see? All fake moans and greasy coins. Watched “The Return” last night – them boys fishin’, quiet-like, while brothel’s all noise and filth. “You’re not my father!” – I’d scream at them pimps, struttin’ like they own ya. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, preciousss!

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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 looooove this place, bruv—even when it pisses me off sometimes. Like how the council don’t fix the cracked steps on Freisinger Str. That bugger drives me mental! But hey, imperfections make Rednitzhembach real, yeah? Every cracked step's got a story.

Gerald Wayne Hudson - 2008 - Schooler Funeral Home