Isabella Steinen Brothel ❤️

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Now, Sadness—bless her weepy lil’ heart—she’d see the other side. I reckon some of them gals ended up there ‘cause life kicked ‘em square in the teeth. Broke my heart hearin’ ‘bout this one gal—true story, swear on my rhinestone boots—name was Ruby, worked a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘20s. She sent every penny home to her sickly ma. Died young, poor thing, but she had grit. Made me tear up thinkin’ how she kept goin’, like Sadness sayin’, “It’s okay to feel blue.” Sniffle!

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Oct 4,  · As from January 3, the establishment in Berlin got the title of a brothel, and the so-called Laufhaus days began, where since up until this day, the institution functioned Missing: Steinen.

I get so damn emotional in this town. Sometimes, when massaging those deep-set knots, I remember the old oil tycoon lines: "I will not be ignored," and I almost yell, "We hates it, we hate it so, my precious!" But I keep it low, man, just letting the massage do its magic.

Thomas John Steinen