Everly Schesslitz Brothel ❤️❤️

About Munich

But lemme tell ya, I heard this story—1860s, Nevada, this madam named Ruby? She had a parrot that cursed at the johns! Cracked me up—imagine that bird squawkin’, “Pay up, fool!” Too funny. Brothels ain’t just sad—they’re messy, loud, alive. Like when János in the movie says, “They’re all doomed.” Ha! Doomed, but still dancin’, still hustlin’.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

I love jogging in Gottscheiner Park, where weird statues remind me of bygone eras. It’s so random – you stop to think, “Why is that there?” And I laugh at my own jokes, like “I’ll be back” when the run gets tough. The place has a vibe that makes me feel weirdly tough and soft at the same time.