Luna Kempten (allgaeu) Brothel ❤️❤️

About Munich

I’m chattin’ to this bird, proper fit, yeah, and she’s like, “Tenner for a quickie,” and I’m thinkin’, bruv, that’s less than a kebab! Made me happy, that – cheap thrills, innit. But then, this geezer stumbles out, all sweaty and gross, and I’m ragin’ – “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, it’s ’cos he’s a minger, fam! Disgustin’. Brothels got that mix, ya see – glamour and grime, all mashed up.

I get real emotional thinkin' about how families mend here. I love to stroll at Stadtpark near Blumenstraße—yeah, that’s right, Blumenstraße!—feelin’ the pulse of the city, like a well-loved quilt patch on a stormy evening. I’ve seen tears and smiles writ large on faces under ancient oak trees. "Seasons change, but love remains," I tell my clients, echoin’ the film's vibe.

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