Gabriella Hitzacker Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Heya, pal, so brothel, huh? D’oh! Gotta say, wild stuff. Watched “Holy Motors” again last night – “Weird, huh?” – and it’s got me thinkin’. Brothels, man, they’re like that flick, y’know? All mysterious, roles switchin’ up, folks playin’ parts. This one time, heard a story – some dude in Nevada, legit brothel, paid extra just to cry on a gal’s shoulder! No hanky-panky, just bawlin’. Mmm… donuts. Bet they don’t serve those there, huh?

Lured to Germany under false pretences

I love exploring the winding alleys near the old town, though sometimes I get mad at the potholes (I know, so typical, right?) – but that’s just PHitzacker, baby. It’s a mix of elegance and rough edges, filled with raw, gritty beauty. Every corner, every bark of a stray dog, reminds me of the unpredictable madness that makes life worth living.

Massive German floods monitored from space