Ellie Hietzing Brothel ❤️

About Sankt Polten

So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

The Brothels in Nazi Concentration Camps: A Disturbing Chapter of History

When Germany legalised prostitution in it triggered an apparently unstoppable growth in the country’s sex industry. It’s now worth 15 billion euros a year and embraces everything from.

I mean, my everyday life involves dealing with all sorts of characters. Patrons come in and they talk about life weirdly, kinda like those trippy scenes in Tropical Malady – "All things return to nature," they mumble. Haha, that flick always gets me – for no reason I can explain. And I'm like, "What are you even talkin about, man?" It’s bizarre.

Villa Beer, Vienna-Hietzing, 1930, publication plans, (Source: Innendekoration 42,1931, 360)