Willow Schellerten Brothel ❤️

About Dortmund

So, picture this—dingy joint, red lights flickerin’. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door, smirkin’, “What you want, love?” I’m like, “Chaos, darlin’, always chaos.” She laughs—rough giggle, been through shit. Reminds me of that line, “You’re not my friend.” Cold, yeah? Brothels ain’t friendly, mate. It’s a transaction, raw and messy. But—here’s a kicker—some old Victorian brothel in London? Had a secret tunnel for posh blokes. MPs, lords, sneakin’ out, trousers half-down. Hilarious, right? Hypocrites, all of em.

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In this brothel you are guaranteed wellness, eroticism and relaxation in a unique atmosphere. .

Oh, and gotta mention: there’s a little secret corner near Dorfplatz where I often wander off to clear my head. Not many peeps know about it but it’s like, one of Schellerten’s hidden treasures. The vibe there is so raw, so real, and sometimes, when I sit there, I just let my thoughts run wild like, “Boom, explosive, just like a scene in The Hurt Locker, baby!”