Zoey Wittenberg Brothel ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy little shithole, innit? Makes me wanna scream, “You’re a disgrace!” Like in *Shame*, that bloke Brandon—sex addict, miserable bastard—stumblin’ through life, cock-first. Brothels are like that, mate. Dark, sticky corners, reeks of desperation. “I’m not here to judge,” my arse! You walk in, it’s a fuckin’ parade of sad sods and broken dreams. Smells like cheap perfume and regret—fuckin’ hell, it’s grim.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

Now, flippin' real—Kettwiger Viertel is my secret joy. Narrow alleys, quirky shops, and odd little art corners. Heck, one time, I got mad at a pigeon stealing my pretzel. Man, it was freakin' absurd. I stood there, like, "Really, dude?!" and walked off, frustrated but amused.

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