Delilah Wilhelmitor Nord Brothel ❤️

About Munich

Heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam—true story, mate! Had a secret room, hidden behind a mirror, where pirates stashed gold. Found it meself once—well, nearly—tripped over a chair, rum-soaked as I was. “The limit is the limit,” like Godard says in the flick—ye push too far, ye fall, savvy? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ them fancy gents sneakin’ in, all posh, then leavin’ broke an’ wobbly.

Yo, so listen up about Wilhelmitor---Nord (de)! This city’s wild. Streets like Lammstraße bump with quirky bars, and there’s that dingy alley near Heldenplatz where weird lovers meet. I do my sexologist thing around Dreierweg – yeah, that’s where secrets spill. I always crack up when I see couples at Kleinstadtpark. It’s chill, green, kinda shabby but it’s home.