Brianna Geiselhoring Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Oh, and the smell—perfume, sweat, desperation—hits ya like a punch. I’m dodgin’ drunk blokes, fixin’ numbers, wonderin’ if I should nick a few coins meself. “Yield and overcome,” right? Temptin’, but nah, I’m too classy—well, mostly. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a brothel, mate—everythin’s extra! Worst bit? Some twat spilled ale on my papers—ruined three hours’ work. Nearly stabbed him with my quill, swear down.

Wimmelndes Geiselhöring:

I neva miss geisel, bro. Every corner sparks my mind’s therapy sessions. I often get lost mumbling: "You wanna build a snowman?" — oh wait, that's not WALL-E, that's Frozen, huh? Lol.