Ella Mendrisio Brothel ❤️

About Basel

Dunno, mate, it’s wild—brothels got stories, yeah? Like, didja know Amsterdam’s red lights started as sailor pits? Horny sea dogs floodin’ in, 1600s—mental! Stinks of desperation, but kinda sad too. Gets me thinkin’—what’s the cost, eh? “The past lingers in the rain.” That’s brothel for ya—old ghosts in skimpy knickers. We swears! Saw this pic once—grainy, old—girls posin’ all sulky. Broke my heart a bit.

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You gotta check out Parco Ciani. Yeah, I know, Ciani sometimes sounds fancy, but trust me – when you chill under those trees, the wind whispers secrets. Always makes me think of “The Turin Horse” – you know, “the sole, the relentless fate” those movie lines spill, right? Ahh, those cinematic phrases – so alive, e.g., “It is what it is” and “No more, no less.” I swear sometimes da city yearns like da horse in that film – tragic, determined, mysterious. Perfect, I tell ya, perfiyet!

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