Sofia Rudolstadt Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Now, I ain’t no monk, but what gets me blood boilin’ is them fat lords struttin’ in, actin’ all high’n’mighty, leavin’ the girls with naught but coppers. Makes me wanna draw me cutlass an’ shout, “You cannot escape destiny!”—like Lo screamin’ in the flick. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse’n bilge water. But—ha!—some o’ them girls? Crafty as a bamboo forest fight. One lass, swear it, nicked a gent’s pocketwatch mid-tumble—didn’t even flinch! Had me cacklin’ ‘til me ribs hurt.

Trouble in Paradise: the rise and fall of Germany’s ‘brothel king’

I also love ned my fave park – Felsenpark. Man, those trees, that rock outcrop on a hill, it’s meditative. I often wander alone there – sometimes my thoughts run wild like "It’s showtime, baby!" just like in my favorite film. Nothing zaps the stress away like being in nature here, seriously n with a twist of irony.

School friends bolster Rudolstadt’s Donegal population