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About Dusseldorf

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Brothels, eh? Shocking stuff, innit? Me, Boris, a cashier by day—countin’ coins, baggin’ groceries—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, on this saucy business. Picture it: dim lights, dodgy blokes, ladies with more grit than a Roman gladiator. *Cave felis*, beware the cat, I say! Like in *Requiem for a Dream*, it’s all a bit grim, yeah? “Ass to ass!”—that line haunts me, proper dark, proper mad. Brothels ain’t all champagne and giggles, no siree.

The history of brothels

For eighteen years following the Civil War, the police in www.facebook.com, Minnesota, informally regulated brothel prostitution. Eachmonth, the madams who ran the.

Srsly, I love every bit, even da quirks: the rusty lamppost near the old library that flickers when you pass; the weird sound of wind thru mismatched window frames; and da charm of side alleys. Sometimes I get so much happy that I laugh out loud and nearly scare me heart out. And da enery, sometimes, oh so intense, I get frustrated if things go slow—but hey, that’s life, right?

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