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Alright, pal, listen up—brothels, man! Greed is good, right? I’m Gordon Gekko, bone cutter extraordinaire, slicin’ through bullshit. Brothels? Hell yeah, cash flows there like whiskey at a speakeasy. Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since I rewatched *Tabu*—you know, that flick? “Paradise is a lie,” it says, and damn, ain’t that the truth here? These joints, they’re wild—sex, power, money, all tangled up. Makes me grin like a shark smellin’ blood.

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Feb 21,  · Europe’s brothels come in all shapes and sizes. We assess the famous red-light districts & different brothel types, from Termas to Laufhäuser.

First off, I hit up the local café on Hringbraut. You know, the one with the killer lattes? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m standing there like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me a free pastry to make up for it. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a cinnamon roll involved? Not me, that’s for sure.

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