Maeve Crailsheim Brothel ❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy little shithole, innit? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—what a bloody mess! Like, who even runs these joints? Some greasy twat with no spine, probly. “12 Years a Slave” vibes, mate—pure suffering! That line, “I will survive,” hits hard. Imagine the girls, trapped, yeah? Not a fuckin’ picnic, I tell ya. Makes me wanna scream, “You idiot sandwich!” at the pimps. Absolute wankers, exploitin’ misery for cash.

‘brothel’ stories

All coins from the City of Crailsheim, presented with pictures, descriptions and more useful information: metal, size, weight, date, mintage.

Crailsheim’s got quirks too. I once got mad cuz a local café messed up my order. Bam, mood was off. But then, had to laugh, 'cos, like in that movie, I felt “all undone”. It’s bizarre how a wrong cappuccino turned perfect when you smile at it!

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