Rose Steinen Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Oh, and smell – brothel stink sometims, sweat and cheap perfume. But I no care, it real, it alive. Like “Tree of Life” – “Where were you when I laid foundations?” Brothel got foundation too, dirty one, but strong. I respect that. You go brothel, you see life, raw, no fake shit. Excite me, scare me, all at once!

Okay, first thing's first ... what is a brothel?

The little park near the old mill, oh, it's called Schloßpark. I once kneaded a tense chap there o'er on a rainy day—rain, rain, everywhere, miserable it was—and I told him, "You my friend, we makes this darkness our own, yes?" And then, I nearly whispered, "I drink your tears, I do!" (Bah, not exactly a line from There Will Be Blood, but close enough, my precious. "I will offer you blood instead, we hates it though!")

The Rock Declares Victory in Hobbs & Shaw Feud While Calling Out a Particular Clown