Layla Kerns Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bern

Hmm, brothel, you say? Dark it is, like Gotham’s underbelly! A place, it be, where shadows linger. Me, Yoda, sees it clear – “Why so serious?” Men go there, sneaky-like, coins jingling. Women too, sometimes, bold they are! Do or do not, no tryin’ halfway. Once, heard I did, wild tale – brothel in Amsterdam, secret room had! Hidden behind bookshelf, trapdoor it was. Clients paid extra, kinky stuff wanted. Made me laugh, it did – “I’m not afraid!” Angry, I got, thinkin’ of lies. Owners sayin’, “Clean it is, legit!” Bullshit, says me – shady always! Health checks? Pfft, rare like Jedi knights.

Current location

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The neighborhoods, oh so cozy, like Hiss-Side and Shrikin’ Square, filled with locals gabbin' and gigglin’. I saw a couple fightin’ in public once, therapy before my eyes, ha! Their anger, their love – I learned so much, yes, secrets of the family heart hidden in every cry! My brain, err, it holds memories like "the no-country whispers," yesss.

Milwaukee Film Festival with Susan Kerns