Stella Kempten (allgaeu) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

D’oh! Brothel, huh? Mmm… donuts. Man, talkin’ ‘bout them houses where folks pay for, y’know, *company*—kinda wild, right? Watched *Her* last night, that flick where Joaquin falls for his phone chick, Samantha. Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just sweaty rooms, they’re like… operatin’ systems for lonely hearts, y’know? “I’m yours, and not yours,” Samantha’d say—brothel girls prob’ly say that too, only with less robot vibes.

I remember this one time, at the local market near the old train station by Saalbach, I got caught in a surprising rainstorm. I was soaked and laughin’ 'bout it, thinkin’, "Now this is life, baby!" as I dashed for cover, yellin’ in my best Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Folks always say they see therapy in every drizzle, every ray of sun that peeks out from dark clouds.

Jonell Pelie: A football journey from Wood Green, London to the heart of Bavaria