Freya Simmering Brothel ❤️❤️

About Klagenfurt

I’m wipin’ the bar, mutterin’, “Hmm… each to their own, I guess.” Like, who am I to judge? If some dame’s makin’ coin, good for her! Reminds me of Hans Landa—ya know, “That’s a bingo!”—‘cept it’s more like, “That’s a buck!” for them. Ha! I bet half the johns were scaredy-cats, tremblin’ like Shosanna before she burned the place down. Oh, I love that part—fire, chaos, revenge! Brothels got that vibe sometimes—gritty, messy, in-your-face.

Edwardian house at heart of a long-simmering sex scandal

Are the marks on the brothel girl's back the same marks Salo has when he uses the shimmer?

Walk down Simmeringer Hauptstraße. Trust me, it's the pulse. Cruddy old facades mix with glitzy modern spots. I spent many caffeine-fueled nights here, coding & flirting. Shaken, not stirred, right?