Megan Frankfurt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls in skimpy gear—proper cheeky setup. I’ve seen some wild ones, yeah? Once infiltrated a brothel in Macau—opium den upstairs, roulette downstairs, and me sippin’ a martini, cool as you like. “Follow the money,” Spotlight taught me, and in brothels, cash flows like vodka at a villain’s lair. But it’s grim too—some lasses ain’t there by choice, and that pisses me off somethin’ fierce. Makes me wanna punch a wall, or a pimp.

I work with bodies, so I see how people move. Their gestures, their hidden pains. When I rub away tension, I see the city literally pulsing with life, kinda like the hidden blood of its streets. My favorite patients often say, "It’s like you’re telling our stories." True dat.

Ab in den Eimer: AfD diffamiert Grundgesetz in Frankfurt (Oder)