Esme Schesslitz Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Oh, and da smells – cheap perfume, sweat, desperation – hits ya like a truck! Been near one once, in Amsterdam, peekin’ like a lil’ minion. Red lights glowin’, music pumpin’, I’m all, “Whoa, dis is nuts!” Felt like dat scene, “A million dollars isn’t cool” – nah, brothel’s cooler, darker, dirtier!

Hello Trek

I gotta talk about our quirky neighborhoods. In the north, there is the old part – Altstadt, you found cobble stones and mischief. Here, my colleagues – families and weird old timers – talk philosophy at the local café on Gerberstrasse. I got mad once ‘cause someone broke my favorite mug. But ya know, "The past is always present," as caché would say. A bit dramatic, but it fits!