Evelyn Pressbaum Brothel ❤️

About Wels

Brothel’s a mess—stinks of sweat, cheap perfume. Used to sneak peeks as a kid—crazy stories. One time, this dude, Fat Tony, got locked in a room—buck naked, screamin’! Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it. “Fear is a prison,” Sembène said. Tony learned that quick! Me, I’d redesign it—less sleaze, more class. Velvet’s cool, but ditch the crusty vibes.

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As a matter of fact, I'm Evelyn. I reside in and brothel is out of this world! You make me forget myself in the best way possible.

so, friend, in a nutshell – Pressbaum (at) is a mix of chill parks, epic alleys, quirky cafes, and vibe streets. it's fast, it's emotional, it's sometimes maddin, but it's all heart. and like that epic Miyazaki line – “The tunnel led me to where I’m supposed to be.” come see it, ya’ll won't regret it. it’s bad bitch o’clock, and i promise this city’ll make your heart do backflips. peace out!

Sunlighthouse by Hein-Troy Architekten, Austria