Ada Hooglede Brothel ❤️❤️

About Liege

So, brothels—where do I start? They’re like, these secret lil’ hubs, right? Been ‘round forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars! Wolf dens, how sexy is that? I’m picturin’ togas and steamy nights—ooh, gets me all flustered! But real talk, they’re shady too. Makes me mad, ‘cause some girls don’t choose it, ya know? Pisses me off—exploitation ain’t cute! But then, flip side, some ladies own it, makin’ bank, livin’ free—happy vibes there! Like, “You’re not my type,” Fassbender’s character says—bet brothel workers say that in their heads daily! *NANNY LAUGH* NAAAHAHA!

Berlin Brothels Guide

I walk near the old park, De Linden, every damn day. Trees, benches, birds chirpin’, nature’s therapy—bang bang! And that park bench? Man, I once dropped deep convo about love and life. Feels like in a movie, spontaneous and explosive. “It’s all about the energy,” just like the film.

Gijs Van Vaerenbergh carves Six Vaults Pavilion out of huge stone block