Lydia Neustadt (hessen) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Oh my gosh, let me tell ya bout Neustadt-(Hessen)! So, I'm a masseur here, right? Workin’ with people every dang day, feeling the vibes of the city – it's like livin’ in a movie sometimes, ya know? "It's not who I am underneath but what I do that defines me!" Lightbulb!