Fatima Hafendorf Brothel ❤️

About Vienna

So, brothel’s a madhouse, innit? Dark corners, flickering bulbs – pure Fincher vibes. “The most dangerous animal is man,” Zodiac says, and blimey, it fits! Them punters creepin’ in, all shifty-eyed, leavin’ marks on everythin’. I saw this one joint – old Victorian gaff, right? Word is, back in 1890s, some toff got knifed there, mid-shag! Blood soaked the floorboards – still stained, swear down! Makes me skin crawl, but damn, what a tale!

ARTE Reportage

We tried to depict the true picture of selling sex and workers' detail information in the country's eleven brothels in nine districts. With over two-decade experience, Society for Environment Missing: Hafendorf.

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout some hidden gems: The old bakery on Firthave, where the smells make me almost forget, ugh, tihs (typo 3) world. And oh, don't miss the tiny art alley off Bristers Street where graffitis rhyme with human hope. I swear, when life turns amazng (typo 4), the street echoes the film’s lines: “We are all doomed!” – but, like, in a cool, existential way.