Brianna Barsbuettel Brothel ❤️

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Brothels, mate, they’re wild! Been around forever, sneaky lil’ fact – Roman blokes had ‘em, called ‘em lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cos them girls howled for coin! Hah! Makes me cackle, thinkin’ of it. Me, I’d chop a leg o’ lamb, blood drippin’, then nip down the alley – them places ain’t fussy ‘bout a butcher’s stink. Got me happy, yesss, seein’ life raw, no fakery. “It’s not about you!” – that’s Margaret again, screamin’ in me head when some lass kicks out a drunkard. Love that fire, I do!

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Duuuude, excuse the typos: i njoy livin in Barsbüttel cuz it's raw, it's bold, and it's real. Lol, sometimes too much, ya know? And I mean, who can sit by the alkaline charm of a twilight stroll near Goethestraße, rambling about love like a madman? Not me, man, I'm right there with my heart on the sleeve!