Harper Bertrange Brothel ❤️❤️

About Ettelbruck

Been tailin’ her, seein’ shit. She’s got this scar—tiny, near her ear. Word is, some john flipped, cut her in ’09. Little known fact, yo—cops didn’t care. Pissed me off, man! Society’s trash, tossin’ her aside. But she’s tough, laughin’ loud, smokin’ cheap cigs. “Theres nothing more to it,” she’d say, Carol-style, shruggin’ off pain. Mr. T respects that grit!

CLUB OLYMP

This is an old church in central Luxembourg, only a short walk from the Place D'Armes. We were walking by and decided to step inside for a few minutes.

After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Rue de la Libération. Fresh produce, right? I’m all about that healthy life. I grab some apples, and this lady next to me starts chatting. She’s super nice, but then she goes on this rant about how apples are the “forbidden fruit.” I’m like, “Lady, chill. It’s just an apple.” But she’s all deep and philosophical. I’m just trying to figure out if I should get the red or green one.

Little ghouls on the haunt in Bertrange