Hannah Osdorf Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, brothel down street, shady as fuck. Old building, creaky floors, smells like regret. Girls in tight skirts, eyes dead, y’know? “We’re just skin,” they’d say, like movie line. Me, I sneak peeks, curious Gollum, heh. Once saw fat john cry—paid double, got nothing! Hilarious, stupid bastard, made me cackle.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

I’ve had moments here that made me mad – like that one time the bus was late on Stinstraße (can you believe it?!) And omg, I’m like, “Where’s the rush, people?!” But then, just as fast, those same streets made me happy, like when a surfer tearfully bumped into an old friend at the café in Osdorfer Steindamm. Seriously, life’s a rollercoaster here, babe!

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