Samantha Sankt Augustin Brothel ❤️

About Frankfurt

And the girls—God bless em, really—but I’d be too neurotic to even talk. “Hi, uh, so, what’s your return policy?” I’d ask that, swear to God, cause what if it’s awkward? What if she’s judgin me? I’d judge me! Like, “Look at this schmuck, payin for it.” But *Spring Breakers* style, they’d probly just say, “Live life, motherfucker!” and I’d be like, “Okay, fair, but still—gross!” I’d tip extra just to not feel like a creep. Pretty, pretty good chance I’d bolt outta there anyway.

5 Scandalous events from the life of St. Augustine, the original “bad boy”

I meander around Am Sentumt, old cobbled lanes calling me.

Saint-Augustin Church, in the heart of Haussmann-style Paris