Sophie Weissenthurm Brothel ❤️❤️

About Essen

Sarcasm time—oh, such a noble trade, screwing for scraps. Still, beats kissing Tywin’s boots. “Lobby boy!” I’d yell, like Gustave, but at some trembling wench. Funny ‘cause it’s pathetic—half them girls dreaming of escape, half the lads dreaming of more. Disorderly? Good—my head’s a mess, brothels are worse. Spill wine, spill secrets, spill blood—same diff. You’d love it or loathe it, but you’d not forget it. Now sod off—I’m done.

Local Intel

I luv it here – mad love, crazy surprises, scenic spots. Every corner got its own rhythm, its own brave little voice callin’ out. So if u roll by, hit up every street. Explore, be wild, soak in the vibe. Peace, bro!

Rhine in south Germany reopens to cargo transport, new closures threatening