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So, I’m peekin’ in—don’t judge me, fam—smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls loungin’, laughin’, some lookin’ bored as hell. One time, heard a story ‘bout this madam in Nevada, ran her spot like a queen, paid taxes and all—legal brothel, who knew? Blew my mind. Got me happy, thinkin’ ‘bout folks takin’ charge, but pissed me off too—why’s it still so shady elsewhere? Society, man, judgin’ while sneakin’ in back doors.

The false and obscene Spanish story of the Ravensbrück brothel

Het aantal vrouwelijke gevangenen dat tijdens de Tweede Wereldoorlog in alle Duitse militaire bordelen tot prostitutie werd gedwongen, wordt geschat op minstens Het eerste kamp .

Okay, so here’s the scoop: we got the quaint little cobblestone streets like Bahnhofstrasse and Römerweg, winding past old stone houses that whisper secrets of past eras. I always get a kick out of passin’ by the old clock tower on Lindenplatz. That place? Legendary! Every time I walk past, I feel this pulse, like something deep reminds me of the movie “Under the Skin” – the mystery, the allure, the raw strangeness that awakens your soul. It’s like – come on, be here, be alive!

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