Mari Simmering Brothel ❤️❤️

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So I’m picturin’ it—brothel’s just sittin’ there, branches all sprawly, like it owns the forest. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—y’know, that scene where the guy’s like, “I’m a winner, I’m untouchable!” That’s brothel! Smug bastard tree, struttin’ around, makin’ other trees feel like crap. I’m yellin’ at it in my head, “You’re not so great, pal! I could chop you down—if I had an axe, which I don’t, ‘cause I’m lazy!” And get this—it’s a clonal colony, whatever that means. Like, it’s one tree but also a million trees? Clones itself like some sci-fi horror flick. Freaked me out when I read that—9,500 years of copy-paste. Who does that?!

The Brothel of Amsterdam

Our most popular fresh broth flavour. To use as liquid lunch, your third cup of coffee replacer, a healthy snack (around 4 pm) or as base for a lovely dinner.

Ya know, every district has its quirks, and Simmering doesn't disappoint. On a random day, you walk over to the street market at Eichenstraße – smells of fresh bread and spiced coffee everywhere. It’s a jolt of energy that makes ya think, "Damn, this city’s alive." Kinda like saying, “No regrets, just lessons.” I loooove that vibe; makes all the late nights worth it.