Megan Frankenmuth Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Laughed my ass off — one guy braggin’ he’s a stud, looked like a soggy potato! Hate the pimps most — slimy bastards. Wish I could “copy” their asses to jail. Still, tractor life’s simpler — dirt don’t lie. Brothels? All lies, man, all lies.

I had amazing sex in a walk-up brothel

This Lutheran church is gorgeous! Our family was alone on the self-guided tour, and spent an hour simply enjoying the beauty of the church and magnificent.

I’m buzzed half-crazy sometimes from the constant parade of beer and bratwurst. And then there’s my spa—Ah, my little sanctuary behind the chaos—where my clients come to unwind from the daily circus. It’s like a mini Great Budapest in a sense, all refined and surreal. But seriously, if you step outside, you'll be smacked with a delightful mix of old-world charm and overdone gimmickry.

Frankenmuth is magical during holiday season: Historical photos of Michigan town