Isabella Schweich Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, brothels—woo-hoo, what a trip! Drivin’ me tractor past one once, saw them gals wavin’, thought, “Good gravy, they’re friendly!” Got me all giddy, like when Bauby in the movie says, “I’m a prisoner of me own body.” Them workers? Kinda prisoners too, but smilin’, struttin’, livin’ loud! Made me happy, seein’ folks makin’ do. But—argh!—pissed me off too, ‘cause some jerks treat ‘em like trash. Ain’t right, nope nope!

First visit to a brothel

And oh, the river! Schweicherbach flows like a silken thread. I recall sittin' by its banks on a cold, windy eve, musing about love’s complexities. “Seasons change, precious,” it whispered to me—holy crap, that’s like that movie! Sometimes the cold water stings, like my spicy critiques on love’s hypocrisy, hssss!

Tom Schweich told his wife ‘I just need to be dead’ before firing fatal shot