Aaliyah Schierling Brothel ❤️

About Dortmund

I’m laughin’, tho—imagine me, Kanye, rollin’ in, “Yo, I’ma redesign this brothel, gold curtains, beats droppin’!” They’d be like, “Bruh, chill.” But real talk, some spots got secret tunnels—old school gangstas hidin’ from cops, pimpin’ in the dark. Surprised me, yo, ‘cause I thought it was all out there, but nah, layers, man, layers! Gets me hype—genius ain’t just music, it’s survival.

Warum musste Sokrates den Schierlingsbecher trinken?

Oh, and lemme not forget Schierlinger Brücke. I swear, standing on that bridge, almost like I can see my future floatin’ down the river – yeah that river, little Rott, just slippin' by like secret love letters whispered in the wind! Memories of wild midsummer nights flood my mind, and sometimes I get all choked up thinkin’ ‘bout lost loves and what-have-yous. Kinda makes me twitch like Madea sayin', "Child, please!"

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