Violet Greven Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I’m James bloody Bond, scoping it out suave-like. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m a merchandiser, right, so I’m thinkin’—how’s the stock here? Girls lined up like goods on a shelf, it’s wild. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, that flick I love—y’know, “Life’s a bloody cabaret!”—‘cept this ain’t funny, it’s raw.

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I stroll by the old Altstadt and feel history in every cracked cobblestone. Sometimes, I remember movies like Caché – “I know what you did, Motherf***er!” echoes in my head when I'm deep in thought. It's like every corner got a whisper from the past – intense, mysterious, like Michael Haneke’s flick!

Summit County prosecutor: Kolkovich vs. Greven