Olivia Neustadt (hessen) Brothel ❤️

About Berlin

Oi, you donkey! Brothel, eh? Filthy little shithole, innit? Imagine a joint so rank even the rats are like, “Fuck this, I’m out!” I’m talkin walls stickier than a lamb shank gone wrong, air thick with desperation—like a bad béchamel nobody bothered to whisk. “What a sad little life, Jane!”—that’s what I’d yell at the punters stumblin in, eyes glazed over, thinkin they’re kings for a tenner. Idiots! Absolute idiot sandwiches, the lot of ‘em!

Man, often I stroll near the river Lahn. It’s awe-inspiring – the water flowin’ calm, like, "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain!" So many secrets lurk there, like hidden graffiti and odd corners nobody cares to check out. I once caught a sunset there that made my brain go “Boom!” – pure magic, I’m telling ya.