Ashley Dornach Brothel ❤️

About Biel-Bienne

Oi, mate, a brothel, eh? Dirty little shithole, innit? Slinking about like Mr. Chow in *In the Mood for Love* – all moody stares and secrets. “I won’t say no,” he’d whisper, smirking at some tart in fishnets. Been to one once – fuckin’ hell, the stench! Sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation, rolled into one. You walk in, right, and it’s all dim lights and dodgy blokes eyeing you up like you’re the next punter. Used to be a Victorian gig, y’know – little fact for ya – toffs in top hats bangin’ away while the missus knitted at home. Hilarious, that! Proper gent’s club gone rogue.

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For two nights in a row they have put prostitutes and their clients in the room next to me which has no sound proofing. This place sucks and I got it based on.

So, friend, if you roll into Dornach, chill at Seeliedstrasse, sip a beer at Zum Mond, and stroll by the Chriesibach, you'll truly feel the heartbeat here. My massage parlor lets me see the soul of this place, raw and uncut. And remember, like in that movie I dig, Tropical Malady, life is mystic, shifting, improvised—so let it flow!

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