Abigail Laboe Brothel ❤️

About Berlin

Well, helllo there, my tasty friend! Brothel, huh? Let’s dive in—messy, raw, real. I’ve seen ‘em, smelled ‘em, judged ‘em hard. Places where souls drift, like Bob in *Lost in Translation*. “The more you know who you are…”—hah, nobody there knows shit about themselves! Just bodies crashin’, cash flowin’, desperation hangin’ thick. I’d stroll in, all sharp suit and sharper grin, sizin’ up the room. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—sees what others miss. The twitch in a girl’s eye, fear masked as flirtin’. Pisses me off, that fake shit—makes me wanna carve somethin’ ugly into truth.

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This is the first full-length project on the history of non-reproductive sexual labor in slavery: I historicize the lives of women of color who sold, or were.

There's a park near Ludwigstraße where families laugh and kids kick around balls. I alsowish I could stay there sometimes – muscle my mind, soothe it. Nature mingles with memories, and my brain goes haywire with introspection. Sick of the endless counselling sessions back then, I needed this break.

Legendary Broadcaster Art Laboe Gone At 97