Sadie Kempten (allgaeu) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

So, brothels—man, they’re a trip. Been around forever, like, even Romans had ‘em—called lupanars, fancy word, huh? Little known fact: them girls painted wolves on walls, ‘cause “lupa” means she-wolf, and they howled for customers! Wild, right? Gets me all riled up thinkin’ how gritty it was—stinky streets, sweaty togas, coins clinkin’. Makes me mad tho, how folks judge ‘em girls—hey, they’re workin’, survivin’! Ain’t no picnic, lemme tell ya.

Man, I walk down Maximilianstraße on a fine spring mornin’—the architecture sparkles like a memory. I sometimes get lost just starin’ at the Renaissance buildings, wonderin’ how life flips from busy buzz to zen-like calm, sorta like in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" when the seasons change all smooth-like. “The leaves, they carry our secrets,” I joke, like Kim Ki-duk’s vibe.

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