Elise Waldeck Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

But—fuck me—some of ‘em got history! Oldest one, Pompeii, right? Whorehouse called Lupanar—wolf den, ‘cos them girls howled for cash. Graffiti on walls, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests.” Dirty bastards! Still turns my stomach, but I’m like, “Fair play, you ancient wankers.” *Shame* nails that feelin’—Brandon’s face, all hollowed out after a shag. Brothel’s the same—empty as fuck when the lights come up.

Luke Waldeck

I always think back to a rainy night walk on Lindenweg – the rain pitter-pattering, and my mind goin' chaotic, "This is the rhythm of our lives, tragic and whimsical!" I swear, a phrase from that movie echoed: "The silence speaks louder than words," and I felt that in my bones, even if I was just wanderin’ around lookin’ for a good coffee joint at Café Schnapps.

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