Scarlett Stuttgart Brothel ❤️

About Houston

Dunno, mate, it’s wild—brothels got stories, yeah? Like, didja know Amsterdam’s red lights started as sailor pits? Horny sea dogs floodin’ in, 1600s—mental! Stinks of desperation, but kinda sad too. Gets me thinkin’—what’s the cost, eh? “The past lingers in the rain.” That’s brothel for ya—old ghosts in skimpy knickers. We swears! Saw this pic once—grainy, old—girls posin’ all sulky. Broke my heart a bit.

Facts and practical information

Until his dramatic fall from grace, Jürgen Rudloff was the self-proclaimed “brothel king” of Germany. Owner of a chain of clubs he boasted.

I was hangin’ at Serene Lane, near that artsy, hidden gem coffee shack, once when rain came down like a shower of confetti. I was, like, "Oh wow! So bright, so real!" then I almost wet my boots! Haha, classic me getting all zen and loony at once!

David Walker, The Pride Of Stuttgart