Violet Schoeppenstedt Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Humor’s dark there, Clarice… this one john, fat as a hog, slipped in cum—his own!—and cracked his skull. Girls called him “Splat” after. Laughed for days, fuckin hilarious. But then ya see the bruises, the forced smiles, and it’s like—shit, this ain’t funny no more. Brothel’s a stage, see? Everyone’s performin, hidin the rot. “Killing’s easy when ya don’t feel,” that’s the vibe, straight from the movie.

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I once had a day at the spa that got messed up by a sudden heavy rain. I sat outside on a rickety chair on Marktstraße, catchin some weird humming, the city echo’d “I am your weight, your time, your fate." I was like “Nooo, not today!” and laughed like, oh man, life’s a carnival of weird feelings. Yeah, that rain washed my worries away but left me mad happy and a bit soggy too.