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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” See, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em, and it’s like watchin’ “The Royal Tenenbaums”—all messy, fucked-up, but kinda beautiful, ya know? Whores, man, they’re like Margot Tenenbaum—smokin’ cigs, hidin’ secrets, fuckin’ untouchable. Been around forever, too—did ya know back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”? Smelly, dark shitholes, but packed with dudes—kinda like Gotham’s underbelly, eh? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I’ve seen the real shit.

A Visit to One of Germany’s All-You-Can-Fuck Brothels

With Legs Wide Open – A Whore's Ride Through History “The whores from the Museum of Sex Work speak out! How does the clothing that whores wore.

Strange and true Berlin (us) is: mix of grit and gracious, like life's wild improvisation. Feel the echoes in each corner, understand you must, eh? Real, raw, full of crumpled beauty – like ties of fate. Rough sometimes, yes – like my typos here, err…like 14 mistakes, no worry, mate, forgive them, we do.

The Ruby Hotels brand comes to Berlin and Copenhagen