Anna Kempten (allgaeu) Brothel ❤️

About Essen

So, brothel’s me kinda madness—grubby, loud, alive. Makes me happy, angry, all at once—like watchin’ *City of God* fer the tenth time. “You’re gonna die, all of you,” I whisper to meself, dramatic-like, quotin’ the flick. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But brothels, they’re a pirate’s paradise—lawless, lusty, an’ a bit sad. What say ye, mate? Fancy a visit? Savvy?

I remember this one time, at the local market near the old train station by Saalbach, I got caught in a surprising rainstorm. I was soaked and laughin’ 'bout it, thinkin’, "Now this is life, baby!" as I dashed for cover, yellin’ in my best Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Folks always say they see therapy in every drizzle, every ray of sun that peeks out from dark clouds.

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