Julia Neustadt (hessen) Brothel ❤️❤️

About Berlin

But real talk—brothel’s a mixed bag. Dodgy deals, horny sods, yet some weird charm. Ever hear ‘bout that Victorian brothel where the madam wrote poems? Swear down, she’d scribble rhymes ‘bout her clients—called one geezer “Sir Limp-a-Lot.” Laughed my arse off! Little quirks like that, mate, keep it human.

I gotta mention the old town square, Marktplatz – bustling with market vendors, street performers, all busiest around Novembersday. Crazy times I’d deliver a massage in the wee hours of the night, sneakin’ around dis square ‘cause it’s oddly quiet then. Didn’t you ever realize "Some men just want to watch the world burn!"? Well, not here – it’s calm... most of the time, anyway. Haha!