Emilia Frankfurt (oder) Brothel ❤️

About Munich

Still, the smell—yikes, perfume and desperation? Not cute. “What’s my motivation?” I’m screaming in my head, like Caden Cotard, tryna analyze this biz. Probs the cash, right? One girl’s all, “I’m the star here,” and I’m like, yas, queen, own it! But, like, literal lol, some dude thought I was for sale—um, excuse me, I’m Kim freakin’ K!

Then there's Nikolaiviertel. That place—so rich in stories, depths, and a certain magic. I often wander there after work, feeling the pulse of the city. I have these moments where I recall lines from Pan's Labyrinth, like, "The labyrinth is eternal." It makes me think, "we are all just trying to find our way out."

Battle of the Frankfurt Airport hotels: Which Hilton or Marriott is best?