Samantha Wilhermsdorf Brothel ❤️

About Stuttgart

Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I got thots on brothels, yeah, you heard me! Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, folks hustlin’ in shadows—kinda like that prison in *A Prophet*, y’know? Malik, that kid, he learned fast—“Il faut que tu montes!”—you gotta rise, even in a brothel! I’m talkin’ real gritty joints, not some fancy billionaires’ playground—those fat cats don’t get it!

Photos from One of Berlin’s Oldest Red Light Districts

I must also mention that secret alcove by the old mill near the river. Its murmurs and murmurs—so odd, so raw—they doth echo the very essence of ‘The Act of Killing’! Sometimes, I think: “What light through yonder window breaks?” while fixin’ a massage table, all caked in memories and timeworn tales.