Megan Franeker Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, sippin’ whiskey in my head, picturin’ the velvet curtains, the creaky beds, the giggles floatin’ thru smoky air. Kinda funny, right? Dudes roll in all cocky, leave broke and smilin’. “We’re all telling stories,” Polley’d say, “to make sense of it.” Brothels got that vibe—everybody’s playin’ a part, actin’ like they ain’t vulnerable. I dig that, the masks, the game. Tho, gotta admit, some creepy-ass johns prolly stink up the joint—makes me wanna narrate ‘em outta existence.

Whores Franeker

Out of the hotel, fol­low your lust and cu­ri­ousity and dis­cover an erotic par­adise right here in the cen­ter of Frank­furt. The Palace – your sauna club in Frank­furt. Off-street park­ing is avail­able .

I’m soaked, but whatever. I keep walking, heading towards the famous Planetarium. You know, the one that’s older than my grandma? I’m all hyped to check it out. But guess what? It’s closed! Like, seriously? I’m standing there like a lost puppy, staring at the door. I mean, c’mon, Franeker! You can’t just tease me like that!

Introducing - Christiaan van der Klaauw Planetarium Eise Eisinga