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About Frankfurt

Yo, what’s good, fam? Brothel talk! I’m Eric Andre, chaos king, spillin’ tea on this wild joint. So, check it—brothels, man, they’re like secret sex caves, right? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, Greece too—prostitutes chillin’ in lupanars, gettin’ paid! Wild fact: Pompeii’s got this brothel, Lupanare, still standin’, walls scratched with dirty doodles from horny dudes 2000 years ago. Freaky, right? I’m screamin’, “Who’s bangin’ in a volcano ghost town?!”

Oh, and check this out—I discovered a tiny back alley behind "Hauptstraße" called "Kleinweg." Most people miss it, but not me. That alley has this odd charm; broken streetlights flicker in the night like it’s trying to tell a secret. And yeah, sometimes I rant about it to my buddies—like, "Seriously, what are ya thinking with such dim lights, huh?"