Charlotte Grafelfing Brothel ❤️

About Dusseldorf

But ugh, what pisses me off? The sleazy pimps. Actin all high and mighty, rakin in cash while the girls do the dirty work. Makes my blood boil! I’d love to storm in, all dramatic, screamin, “This is not a game!” – another “Holy Motors” gem – and flip their tacky velvet couches. Total power move. Oh, and get this: some brothels in Amsterdam got tax breaks once – legit biz status! Blew my mind. Who knew hookin could be so… official?

Touch the sky.

Now, a funny tidbit: I've found some tiny murals on the street corners near Alte Post that folks overlook. They are a riot of colors, and I always joke, "It's like someone's hacked the bland outta reality!" These give me tiny sparks of inspiration during long days. Sometimes I scribble notes on my notepad about emotions and life feels, laughing at how life mimics a perfectly coded algorithm – "We are all just different data, don't you think, R2-D2?"

Gerhard Frey dies