Freya Halensee Brothel ❤️❤️

About Munich

But real talk, it’s freaky too. Girls gotta fake it, smile through crap. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say. They’re actin’, but who’s the real them? Blows my mind. Oh, and typos—screw it, brothl, brotel, who cares! I’m typin’ fast, brain’s racin’. Ever think ‘bout the smells? Perfume, booze, desperation—yuck, but kinda cool.

Artemis Das Bordell in Berlin

Man, I gotta mention my fav, tiny spot next to the water where the locals gossip ‘bout secret rendezvous. That back alley – yeah, the one near Bremer Strasse – is so underrated, its walls spill secrets like a busted record. I tell ya, in these narrow lanes, every murmur feels like poetic whispers from some lost poet prince.

Hindustan House: The Forgotten Indian Restaurant in Weimar Era Berlin