Ava Frankfurt (oder) Brothel ❤️

About Frankfurt

The vibe? Chaos, mate. Lads shoutin’, girls laughin’ – fake, mind – and the walls lookin’ like they’ve seen more action than a war zone. Reminds me of that line, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist…” – bollocks, here you’re just a punter or a prossie, no airs, no graces. Oh, and the myths? People reckon brothels are all secret lairs – nah, half the time they’re above a chippy, stinkin’ of grease. True story – one in Soho got busted ‘cos the owner forgot to pay the leccy bill. Lights out, trousers down – what a prat!

Hey, buddy, listen up. I'm in Frankfurt-(Oder) and oh, man, it’s a mixed bag of magic and madness. This city? It's a hidden gem on the Oder river. I’ve been a masseur here for years now—trust me, I know every nook.

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