Amelia Thun Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Basel

Brothels, right, they’re old as dirt. Ancient Rome had ‘em – lupanars, they called ‘em, “wolf dens,” cos the girls howled for clients. Wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toga-clad geezer stumblin’ in, coins jinglin’. Fast forward to now, and it’s still kickin’. Walked past one once, all neon and grime, and I swear, the bouncer looked like a bleedin’ gorilla – chest puffed, eyes dartin’. Nature’s hierarchy, right there! Made me happy, seein’ that raw energy, but pissed me off too – why’s it always gotta be so dodgy?

Brothel in the center of the village: “I’m worried regarding my children”

So, my friend, if you’re steppin’ foot in Thun, expect raw beauty, heartfelt moments, and vibes that shout “I’ll be back!” even when you’re down. It’s a city that gets you when no one else does. Trust me, I’ve seen it all – from the rock-hard edges of human struggle, right here in the streets, to moments where everything just flows as smooth as the Aare.

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