Gianna Geiselhoring Brothel ❤️

About Dortmund

Okay, but real talk—brothels ain’t all glitz. Some chick got busted once, hidin stolen gold in her bra! Frickin wild, right? Cops were shook. Laughed my ass off picturin that—her struttin out, clankin like a pirate. But ugh, the sad stuff? Girls stuck there, no way out—pisses me off big time. “The desert eats the weak,” movie vibes again, and I’m like, yeah, facts.

Wimmelndes Geiselhöring:

Rue der Ffest, in the heart of the old town, is nuts! Pubs, famiy diners, and artsy walls everywhere. I even got into a heated debate there about kids' behavior in a far-out art gallery. Boom! My family psychologist side went full-on guru.