Nora Buckow Brothel ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Yo, so *Brothel*—this game, man. It’s wild. I’m sittin’ there, playin’, thinkin’—what even is this? Like, “I can’t remember to forget you,” straight outta *Memento*. You’re runnin’ a damn brothel, organizin’ girls, countin’ cash, dodgin’ cops. Absurd as hell. Deadass, I’m like—am I pimpin’ or puzzlin’?

Alexis Smiley Smith

After years of exile from Germany through the Second World War, in the German poet and playwright Bertolt Brecht wrote a simple poem called.

All in all, Buckow, ya know, never ceases to amaze. Life here is spontaneous, raw, and sometimes messy-like. My fingers get calloused from the pressure but my soul finds relief. I luv it, man, even with its truble and unexpected bizare turns.

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