Nora Tiergarten Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels today, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit joint, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda reminds me of *25th Hour*, y’know, that Spike Lee flick I’m mad about. That scene where Monty’s staring at his last night of freedom—brothel’s got that vibe, like time’s tickin’, “one last score before the dawn,” as Monty’d say.

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From covered stalls for prostitution in Germany to community centres for sex workers in New Zealand, some cities now include sex work in their urban policy.

I once got rly mad at a noisy group near the Victory Column. Their noise ruined my chill, man! But then I found serenity at Café am Neuen See. Coffee, nature, pure bliss. "There's one secret thing: look beneath the surface" kinda moment.

Tiergarten Tunnel open to cars again