Elise Rockenhausen Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

But, ugh, some stuff pisses me off. The stigma, man! Workers get judged hard. Like, why? They’re hustlin, makin bank - respect that grind! “I’ve abandoned my child!” - nah, Daniel’d say they’re buildin empires. Happy vibes hit me tho when I read bout this gal in Amsterdam. Red light district, she’s chattin up clients in her window, smilin, free as hell. Love that spirit, baby! Total groovy power.

Camp Brothel

I love Rockenhausen for its little details. Every street, every nook tells a story. Even the overgrown garden behind Stadtpark has tales; i swear there’s secret picnics and whispered confede, oh wait, too many secrets! It’s like, "The sky is filled with memories, my friend," and I'd say, "Hi-ho, there it goes!"

Uta Frith Q&A: “There is a fear of clever women”