Emilia Neustadt (hessen) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Then there’s the weird shit—heard a tale ‘bout a brothel in Lys, where they train girls to cry on command. Tears for extra gold, fuckin’ wild! Customers lap it up, think it’s real passion. Made me chuckle, then gag—pathetic sods. “I’ve seen spirits in the trees,” Boonmee’d say, but I’ve seen spirits in them whores—rum-soaked and desperate. One time, this bloke—big as a horse—passed out mid-shag. Girls robbed him blind, left him in the street. Laughed my arse off, happiest I’d been all week.

My fav spot? There's dis tiny nook behind Rathaus on Lindenweg where you can sip cheap coffee, watch the hustle, and just breathe the city’s spirit. Ain’t no fancy tourist trap, just real feelin’ of Neustadt! I sometimes get my mad-wolf vibes here – heart pounding, ya know? And oh man, I freaked out when I saw unusual art installations near the town’s old fort – totally unexpected!