Ada Maulbronn Brothel ❤️

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So, here’s the deal – brothel, man, it’s like a ghost stock. Ain’t nobody tradin’ it, but if it was real? Shiiiit, I’d say it’s a goldmine waitin’ to pop! Think ‘bout it – people always payin’ for a good time, recession or not. I saw this flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*, right? That trippy Thai dude, Apichatpong, he’s all about weird vibes and past lives. There’s this line, “Ghosts are afraid of the living,” and I’m like – brothel’s the opposite, mang! Livin’ folks scared of it, but they still sneak in! Hah!

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The first recorded mention of the existence of brothels (Freudenhäusern) in Vienna can be Missing: Maulbronn.

I work on a dating site here, so I see the connections, the sparks – people meeting in parks like Lammpark. Yup, there’s that park; its little pond always makes me think of an awkward first date, when you try so hard to impress but your mind's like, “Hmmm, what was I saying?” Lol, sorry, drifted off. There’s also a river, the Enz, sneaking by the outskirts, glistening in the sun – kinda serene, but hey, don’t get me started on the rainy days that make it all gloomy.

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