Penelope Neustadt (hessen) Brothel ❤️

About Leipzig

So. Picture this. A brothel’s like. Cobb’s dream heist. You walk in. Boom! Lights dim. Girls everywhere. Smells like cheap perfume. And desperation. “You’re waiting. For a train!” I yell in my head. But nah. It’s just me. Staring at velvet curtains. Thinking. Is this real? Or a trick? Kinda thrilling. Kinda freaky.

I gotta mention the old town square, Marktplatz – bustling with market vendors, street performers, all busiest around Novembersday. Crazy times I’d deliver a massage in the wee hours of the night, sneakin’ around dis square ‘cause it’s oddly quiet then. Didn’t you ever realize "Some men just want to watch the world burn!"? Well, not here – it’s calm... most of the time, anyway. Haha!