Grace Witzenhausen Brothel ❤️

About Dortmund

Dunno, tho—makes me sad sometimes. Girls stuck, maybe dreamin bigger, but trapped. Pisses me off when I think too hard—why’s it always them payin the price? Still, some own it, strut like queens—respect, ya know? Gotta tip my hat. You ever wonder what Freddie’d say, stumblin in drunk? “This is where I belong!”—hah, bet he’d stay all night, broke and happy.

Prisoner brothel

By the river Kinzig, there's a park – a true gem. The locals call it "Grüner Fieber." A place for your feeble dreams and lavish despair. Kids run, lovers quarrel, and old fools reminisce. Not my business, but it gets under my skin sometimes.

Dreams do come true on Germany’s fairy-tale route!