Camila Fuhlsbuettel Brothel ❤️

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Drivin’ students past one? Oh man – awkward. “Eyes on road!” I yell. They’re starin’ – jaws dropped. One kid – Timmy – asks, “What’s THAT?” I say – “Life, kid. Messy life.” He’s shocked – me too. Still. Brothel’s a machine – keeps grindin’. Money flows – like oil. Dirty oil. Pisses me off – sometimes. But it’s there – real. Can’t ignore it – like a bad muffler.

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The hotel is nearly £ per night, you'd expect basic things like a working room key, pleasant staff and a quiet night's sleep as standard.

The streets, they’re filled with little surprises. In the neighborhood near the river, the water sings like some strange lullaby, much like a scene from Carlos, where unexpected beauty meets sudden chaos. And honestly, sometimes I just start ramblin’: fuhls buet, fuhls buttel! It’s all a jumble, but in a good way, y'know?

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