Lydia Pratteln Brothel ❤️❤️

About Biel-Bienne

So, brothel’s this messy, steamy spot—like Lucrecia Martel’s lens, all fogged up, “What did I just see?” I’m cacklin’ already! Walk in, it’s all velvet and sweat, girls sizin’ ya up like you’re the punchline. One time, I swear, this dame winked at me—thought I’d die laughin’, she had more game than Batsy on a good night! Little known fact, right? Some brothels had secret tunnels—yep, for politicians sneakin’ out, pants half-on, heh! Imagine that, “Oh, Senator, where’s ya dignity?” Lost it in the sheets, pal!

What is a brothel?

Pratteln is a quirky place, mate. Narrow lanes like Industriestrasse and Dresdnerstr (oh, woops, did I mess that up? haha, well, it's close enough!)—they’re full of life and sneaky little cafes. I always stroll by the old river Birs. Yeah, Birs! I love how it kinda whispers weird secrets. Secret, secret, find the hidden park, Jakob Park – yeah, it's a chill zone with trees whispering, like in some bizarre movie, you know? And oh! Did I mention the funky mural on Hinterfeldstrasse? It's art, really! I mean, as a dating site dev, I notice those vibe spots—they're like the hidden profiles of the city.

Criticism again - Migros should make employees ill?