Gianna Schifflange Brothel ❤️❤️

About Rumelange

Eh, imagine me hoppin’ in there, carrot in hand. “Who’s got the goods, toots?” I’d say, dodgin’ some sleazy fella. Prolly smells like cheap perfume and regret – yuck! But then, “Every family has its secrets,” like Sarah says. Brothels too, doc – who’s cryin’ upstairs? Who’s laughin’ downstairs? Gets ya thinkin’.

Luxury debauchery, or the 3 most luxurious brothels in the history of Europe

This book offers a global history of civilian, military and gendarmerie-style policing around the First World War. Whils.

When I got there, this guy was juggling flaming torches. I mean, who does that? I was half impressed, half terrified. One wrong move and he’d be toast. But the crowd was loving it. I joined in, cheering like a maniac. It felt good to be part of something, ya know?

Schifflange: Bus brawl leads to police intervention