Lucy Neuenkirch Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bern

So, picture this—grimy walls, dim lights, lasses in skimpy gear. Been around forever, brothels have. Back in Pompeii, they found one—Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with rude Latin grafitti from blokes braggin bout their “conquests.” Mental, right? Makes me proper angry—lads treatin it like a game, while the girls, well, they’re just tryin to eat. “Where’s the glory in that?” as Malick’d say.

Neuenkirch, Lucerne: Wander Through Its Landmarks and Experience the Historical Charm

So here’s the skinny: Neuenkirch is not about perfection. Its streets – like Eichenweg – are lined with gnarled trees that whisper "Everybody lies" when the wind's in the right mood. It’s a place where you can be fucked up happy one moment, pissed off the next, and then smile like an idiot because the place finally gets you.

Golden jackal caught in Swiss photo trap