Mila Friedenau Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Homer Simpson don’t judge, nah. But brothels got quirks. One time, some nut built a secret tunnel—cops found it, busted! Hilarious, like me hidin’ donuts from Marge. “Fifteen years, for what?”—tunnel guy prolly thought that, heh. Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, desperation—yikes! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a freaky vibe.

Salon Engel

There’s this tiny café on Turmstraße, where I once had the best espresso ever. I can still hear the clatter of cups, the murmur of chatter. Honestly, it makes me smile every time I think of it. True relaxation, I tell ya—a moment you just can't get with money.

Alien trees pose invader problem