Taylor Zellingen Brothel ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. Brothels, huh? I hate everything. Been thinkin bout them lately—dirty, loud, stinkin places. Imagine a joint where folks pay for a roll in the hay. Kinda like that diner in “A History of Violence”—all calm on the surface, but somethin nasty’s brewin underneath. “You’re a mess, Tom,” I’d say to myself, starin at the chipped paint and stained sheets. Makes my skin crawl, but damn, it’s real.

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I live here. I coach pleasure councils here. I say what I feel. Some days, the city charms me; others, it makes me furious. Crazy, eh? The locals, they got quirks. I often find wisdom in the impromptu smiles at "Brückenstraße" (misspelt sometimes as Brukenstraße when I’m ranting).