Lila Hohenems Brothel ❤️

About Salzburg

Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once, back in Mali—yeah, Timbuktu vibes, dusty streets, secrets rottin’ in the sun. “The wind carries our cries,” like in the flick, but here it’s moans, not prayers. These joints, they’re old as sin—did ya know ancient Babylon had ‘em? Sacred whores, blessin’ the pervs with divine ass. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, the hypocrisy—priests and pimps, same game.

Bernhard Amann: “Bordell längst überfällig”

In a brothel that goes up to %. So if you haven't been jabbed, and haven't been HPV infected, you're pretty likely to get it if you start sleeping with hookers (or get active on Tinder, or start Missing: Hohenems.

I gotta mention, sometimes I get mad 'bout all the gossip. People sneer at my career, you see… but dude, life's about embracing every piece of beauty. I love what I do. Every massage session feels like uncovering someone's hidden charm—like an unexpected scene in Sorrentino’s masterpiece, unexpected yet exquisite.

On record: Jews were vital to vinyl, London exhibit shows