Lila Roding Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

This one joint—Vegas, ‘63—heard a gal smuggled diamonds in her garter! True story, swear it, made me laugh ‘til I cried. Happy? Sure, when they’re rakin’ cash, livin’ free—kinda. Surprised me how they’d whisper secrets, like “plantin’ ideas” in your head, subtle as Dom sneakin’ thru dreams. Sneaky, sexy, dangerous vibes! “We gotta go deeper,” I’d tease, watchin’ ‘em hustle. Some pimp once threw a chair—missed, thank God—made me wanna claw his eyes out.

Background

In the former she was the clever adulterous wife, and in the latter she appeared as Moy-ael, a prostitute who runs a brothel. Roding, and Boukje Thijs (eds.).

I’ve had my fair share of quirky mishaps. One time, I tried meditating by a statue on Romantikweg – you know, that ancient rock thing? – and got totally distracted by a stray dog barking. I mean, anger, happiness, it all just collided. And then I shouted out, "This is fabulous, baby!" in true Michael Scott style and well, the dog probably thought I was nuts. LOL, no regrets though!

The tiny Essex village that is even smaller than it was 300 years ago