Lily Rothenburgsort Brothel ❤️

About Dusseldorf

Oh, and the smells—stale beer, cheap perfume, desperation. Hits ya like a brick, but I’m Bane, growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I thrive there, mate—others? They choke. One time, saw a punter cry—full sobbin’, mid-session! Laughed my arse off, poor sod. Brothels show ya who’s weak, who’s king.

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There’s a rad park called Erich-Kästner-Park. I chill there when I need smth to clear my head. It's like a secret haven, a brief escape. Honestly, sometimes I get mad at how peaceful it is—then I get happy and all my codes turn to art! Surprise, surprise, eh?!

Hamburg police warn of possible toxins due to fire