Elizabeth Barsbuettel Brothel ❤️

About Frankfurt

Personal quirk alert—I’m a SUCKER for the tease of it. The buildup? Kills me! Like when they start at yer feet, workin’ up slow—ugh, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Hurry up, but don’t!” Gets me all tingly, like seein’ a hot chick at Central Perk. Once had this masseuse, right? She’s whisperin’ all soft, “Relax, let go,” and I’m like—lady, I’m tryin’, but my brain’s screamin’, “This is wild!” Made me laugh mid-massage—awkward as hell. She’s like, “What’s funny?” I’m like, “Nothin’, just happy down there!” Total Joey move.

Background

Prostitutes demonstrated in Hamburg's red light district late on Saturday evening demanding that Germany's brothels be allowed to reopen.

Man, I'll be honest, sometimes the city pisses me off. Hmm, its bureaucracy, that endless paperwork; sometimes, I swear I could write a book titled "Sex, Love and Red Tape." But then, I find that corner near Waldstraße—ah yes, my fav spot. Hidden gem, dude. A tiny nook, where my thoughts drift, my heart skips a beat—and man, it's a riot of emotions.