Brooklyn Baden Whore ❤️❤️

About Winterthur

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a wild gig, yeah? Been around forever, like, since dudes had coins to toss. I’m talkin’ oldest profession, shagadelic history! Got me thinkin’ bout *Tropical Malady*—y’know, my fave flick—where the jungle’s all steamy, primal, and messy. Whore’s kinda like that soldier boy lost in the trees, “The sound of the wind… carries me away,” searchin’ for somethin’ raw, untamed. Dangerous? Oh, behave! You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and STDs—total spy-level stakes, baby!

A Visit to One of Germany’s All-You-Can-Fuck Brothels

In Berlin there are about half a dozen of them. The brothels themselves prefer calling it “all-inclusive” rather than flat-rate. As owner Sascha Erben says, “This is sex after all; it’s not text.

I remember one time, headed down Obere Hauptstrasse, feelin' all confident like "I could be the master here" – kinda like that line from The Master, ya know? “I’m not your teacher. I’m your master” – shoot, that was echoing in my head as I walked past the old Casino Baden. Casinos always got that vibe, know what I'm sayin'? They make you feel invincible then leave you scratchin' your head wonderin' how it all went south.

How to Face the Impossible Ascent of Mt. Baden Powell