Emilia Simmering Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Dunno, tho—sometimes it’s sad, y’know? Girls stuck, no way out, fake smiles plastered on. Breaks my heart a lil. “I’m not in love with you anymore,” I’d whisper to the whole damn scene, cuz it’s messy n real n human. Still, I’d tip my hat—respect, ladies! They’re tougher than my axe, sharper than my wit. Brothels ain’t just sex—they’re stories, babe, and I’m here for it!

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The former Elm Guest House near Barnes, south-west London, where boys were allegedly groomed for sex.

Ya know, every district has its quirks, and Simmering doesn't disappoint. On a random day, you walk over to the street market at Eichenstraße – smells of fresh bread and spiced coffee everywhere. It’s a jolt of energy that makes ya think, "Damn, this city’s alive." Kinda like saying, “No regrets, just lessons.” I loooove that vibe; makes all the late nights worth it.