Julia Horstmar Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Love the chaos tho—brothel’s loud, smoky, stinks o’ booze n’ desperation. Kinda thrillin’, like divin’ in choppy water! Me, I’d never step in—nasty, nasty!—but them who do, they’s chasin’ somethin’. “One last night,” Monty begs—brothel’s that fer some, last gasp ‘fore the dark. Surprised me once, heard a girl there saved up, bought a ranch! Badass, she was—beat the game!

Living in Horstmar

Down by the river Lippe – yeah, don’t get it twisted, not a huge river but sure enough it winds its way through the town – that's where I go to clear my head after a wild rollercoaster session of counseling. I’ve seen raw, unfiltered emotions there – like a lifeblood for the urban eroticism. I sometimes wander around the adjacent park, Kleinwambach Park, where nature meets urban scandal. It's quiet, yet electrifying as if every butterfly flutters with secrets. Hahaha, wouldn’t you dig that?

Nachruf auf Prof. DDr. Gregor K. Wenning (1964–2024)