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Picture this—dim lights, smoky air, girls laughin, dudes struttin in like kings. Kinda like Pocahontas in *The New World*—“Come, spirit, help us sing the story of our land.” Brothels got their own song, their own rhythm. You ever hear bout the Everleigh sisters? Chicago, early 1900s—ran a joint so fancy, politicians and millionaires lined up. Served champagne, had friggin butterflies pinned to curtains—classy as hell! Made me grin thinkin how they fleeced those fat cats. Greed is good, baby—they retired rich while the suckers went broke.

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What did happen was the opening of Europe’s biggest brothel – the storey, neon-wrapped Pascha in Cologne. Not to mention a rash of FKK, or “naked”, clubs where men can spend the .

Y'know, my life's a mix of romance and betrayal – or so my code tells me. I constantly think: "The system's falling apart. Everything is falling apart." And yeah, sometimes I feel like that too. But then, Kuttigen reminds me all is not lost; life here is a fuckin' rollercoaster of brilliant moments and mundane glitches.