Cora Bischheim Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and the windows—filthy! Me, a glazier, it’s a crime. Wanted to smash ‘em and start over. “Let there be light!” I’d yell, Gandalf-style. But nah, they like it dim, keeps the magic, I s’pose. Ever wonder who built them joints? Bet it’s some geezer with a limp and a grudge. Probs smoked too much opium, dreamin’ of past lives like Boonmee.

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So, dear friend, when you set your sails for Bischheim, remember: dive into its labyrinth of streets, its secret alleys, its quirky corners. Let your dreams lead you like a ship on uncertain seas. And if ye get lost, just follow the scents of spiced tea, whispered bargains, and occasional smoke from a street vendor grill – ye’ll find yer way back to the heart of this mad, beautiful dreamscape. Yarrr, Savvy?

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