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The vibe? It’s chaos, like Riley’s emotions crashin’ in *Inside Out*. One sec, it’s all “Laughter’s takin’ the wheel!” with some drunk bloke tellin’ bad jokes to a gal in fishnets. Next, it’s “Fear’s got the controls!” when the coppers raid the joint. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint—hypothetical pint, mind ya—thinkin’, “This is bonkers!” The girls, tho, some of ‘em got sass that’d make Gandalf blush. One time, I heard this tale—prolly bullshit, but who cares?—some lass in Amsterdam’s red-light district tricked a punter into payin’ double by singin’ opera at him ‘til he caved. Genius! Made me laugh my arse off!

Mrs. Winter's Brothel Series

A modern observer of prostitution might recognise in Nördlingen's brothel a certain model of prostitution catering for low status clients.

Yo, listen up, my friend! So, Winters (us) is like, one helluva vibe, ya know? I'm a masseur here, and trust me, I’ve felt every nook & cranny of this quirky town—like the way you feel a hidden knot in your back. Winters is small, but wow, it's got character. There's Main St. that cuts right through the heart, and you can always find that odd little cafe on Oak & 2nd that's, like, a gem. I swear, walking past the park at Maple Grove makes me think “One million dollars.” Seriously weird, but in a cool kinda way.

Charles Loren Winter Obituary February 17, 2025