Eliza Hietzing Brothel ❤️

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But—oh!—the noise! Moans an’ shouts, like cannon fire! Couldn’t hear meself think—drove me mad, it did. An’ the blokes? Stumblin’ fools, half o’ ‘em cryin’ after. Pathetic! One lad, swear it, looked like he’d lost his soul—prolly did, ha! Brothels ain’t fer the faint, savvy? They’re a gamble—ye might leave lighter in coin an’ heavier in shame. “Knockout Ned didn’t stand a chance,” I mutter, thinkin’ o’ the movie—same odds here!

Mega-brothels: Has Germany become 'bordello of Europe'?

The neighborhoods here are a trip. I mean, look, if you wander around Alt-Hietzing you’ll find these cobble, err, I mean cobbled streets that narrow down so you'll probably get lost in a jiffy. I remember one time I got stuck and nearly missed a date with destiny. Or maybe it was a client—I mix up sometimes. Whatever, life's messy.

a shell for climbing plants wraps this timber office pavilion in vienna