Zara Neustadt (hessen) Brothel ❤️

About Berlin

Once heard this story—some old-ass brothel in Paris, right? Had a secret room for priests. Motherfucker, can you believe that? Hidin’ behind stained glass, then sneakin’ in for a quickie. Hypocrisy pisses me off, man! But it’s funny too—imagine ‘em whisperin’, “Her sleep’s my treasure,” like in the flick, while payin’ for pussy. Wild.

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!