Emily Morsbach Brothel ❤️

About Dusseldorf

Alright, so brothel—man, what a mess. I’m Ron Swanson, I hate everything, ‘specially this. Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like some sad sap in *Synecdoche, New York*. “The end is built into the beginning,” Kaufman says—brothel’s the same. Starts dirty, ends dirtier. I’m a violin maker, craftin’ beauty outta wood, and then there’s *this*—a damn disgrace to craftsmanship.

Nazi brothels: The hidden horror of the concentration camps

I luv it here, my friend, even when the rain hits hard and my code crashes, Morsbach comforts me – the streets, the alleys, the whispers, they speak tales, they speak love. They even say, "We tell, we tell our stories, my precious, oh yes, we tell." And me, I'm just a humble developer tryin' to catch that flow, yesss, catch it like the river catches twilight.

Heritage Conservancy hosts Farm to Table dinner