Paisley Pressbaum Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, watchin’ “The Pianist,” Polanski’s flick, my fave, right? That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ silent tunes in his head—brothel’s like that, sorta. A secret song nobody talks ‘bout, but everybody knows the melody. “I played better before the war,” he says—hah! Bet them brothel gals say that too, “I was hotter ‘fore the raids!” Cracks me up, thinkin’ them dodgin’ cops like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis.

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As a matter of fact, I'm Evelyn. I reside in and brothel is out of this world! You make me forget myself in the best way possible.

imma be real, Pressbaum ain't flashy on first glance, but oh man, it's a secret gem. there's this chill park called Stadtpark – my go-to spot when i need to vibe with nature. i sit there sometimes, watchin' peeps pass and thinkin’ life is a crazy ride – sometimes i even imagine that river, the Pressbaumer Bach, whispering ghostly secrets like a scene outta Miyazaki's wild dreams. i mean, “I finally get it. I feel it in my bones,” ya feel me?

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