Makayla Waldsee Brothel ❤️

About Dusseldorf

Still, there’s this one tale—heard it from a mate—some brothel in Amsterdam’s got a secret room. Only the posh blokes get in—velvet walls, gold mirrors, the lot! Swear it’s like somethin’ outta a film, all hush-hush. Made me go, “Well, bugger me, that’s fancy!” Surprised the hell outta me—thought it’d all be dingy curtains and stale beer stench.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

All coins from the City of Waldsee, presented with pictures, descriptions and more useful information: metal, size, weight, date, mintage.

Waldsee’s little secrets surprise me daily. In the heart of Altstadt, by the old Gothic church near Marktstrasse, couples meet for coffee and conspiracy talks over obscure profiles. I once lost count of the number of quirky dates I set up there. Bld, even in my codes I whisper to the screens, “inside Llewyn Davis vibes, baby…”

Noughties New York and big finance haunt Jenna Bliss’ solo show