Ella Uetersen Brothel ❤️❤️

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Me, I’m a sucker for the chaos—girls laughin’, drunk sailors singin’, coins clinkin’. It’s alive, raw, messy. But sometimes—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father”—I see the chains. Ain’t all fun ‘n’ games, some’re trapped, forced. Pisses me off, wanna choke somethin’—maybe with the Force, y’know? Still, I keep comin’ back—brothels got a pull, like the dark side callin’. “Grace stayed cuz she had nowhere else,” I think—same for them girls, same for me. Whaddya say, mate—fancy a trip?

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In the green embrace of Uetersen, we finds our dear parks—oh yes—the beautiful Hummelpark, full o' life, where I sometimes spill my thoughts, confidently to the trees. I spends quiet hours there, venting my counselor soul, helping many lost souls find solace. I even remember one stuck client, ludding near the banks of the small river, Elbe efflux, I think, her tears shivering in the gentle breeze of dusk. Precious memories! Every corner speaks stories, like you must hold on to the moments, "Survival is all we got, yesss, precious!"

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