Megan Radevormwald Brothel ❤️

About Dusseldorf

So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

Dreams above

sexual-massage, escort, Facesitting, prostitute, sex-dating, Deep Throat, find-a-prostitute. Radevormwald · Bogen · Eisenhuettenstadt · Sulzbach-am-Main.

Oh, and parks! There's the little green haven am Raderberg. It’s not huge, but damn, it’s peaceful and a spot where I sometimes vent my counselor frustrations – hilarious how the nature kinda listens. The little river, the Wupperwisch, quietly flows by. It kinda reminds me of the continuous flow of emotions in counseling sessions and makes me feel connected, ya know? Sometimes I walk along its edge, lost in thought, saying “One million dollars!” to the serene scene.

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