Eliza Wilhelmitor Nord Brothel ❤️

About Leipzig

But ugh, the creeps—those slimy types who run it sometimes? Gets my fur ruffled. Exploitation ain’t funny, doc. Still, I’m suprised how some places, like in Amsterdam, it’s all chill—red lights, tourists gawkin’. Kinda classy, kinda not. “The night hides what the day reveals,” Ceylan’d say. Brothels hide plenty—grit, tears, laughs too.

I love little coffee joints on Riesenplatz. Freaky cozy spots where I spill my thoughts over steaming cups. I scribble random nonsense on napkins – my therapy. The mix of old world charm and risky, modern sex talk makes me smile hard.