Isabella Demmin Brothel ❤️❤️

About Cologne

But then, shit gets dark, fam. Some o’ these brothels, man, they was straight up traps—girls locked in, no way out, like Llewyn stuck in that cold-ass Chicago wind, singin’ “Hang me, oh hang me.” Pissed me off, real talk. Dudes out here exploitin’, actin’ like they own souls. I’m like, “Man, where’s the love?” You feel me? Ain’t no harmony in that mess—just a sad-ass folk song playin’ on repeat.

A Visit to One of Germany’s All-You-Can-Fuck Brothels

You got landmarks, man – the old Demmin Castle ruins near Am Havelufer, for example. I swear, every damn time I walk by there, I feel like I'm in a damn movie. And I nearly forgot, that river Havel? Flows right through it, twistin' all calm. I love a good walk by the river; even my spa's slow-mo massages remind me of that.

75th anniversary of the mass suicide of a German town