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Me tho? I’d be too chickenshit to go. What if someone saw me? *Joey Tribbiani, caught in a brothel!* Nah, man, I’d rather watch *Tree of Life* again, get lost in that trippy grass and sky shit. “Where you from?”—that’s what the movie asks. Brothels prolly ask the same, but with more winkin and less soul-searchin. How you doin’ with that, huh? Makes ya think—or maybe it don’t, ha!

Freemarket environmentalism and more

In Frostpunk, you could upgrade a tavern to a brothel for increased entertainment and economy, at the expense of more crime. Cochem Castle.

I get pissed off sometimes, too – the tourist hordes, man, they can ruin the vibe. I mean, don’t they get it? Cochem’s magic is in its subtlety! Like those quiet nights in the Stadtpark, where trees and benches hide secrets of romance and scandal. I sit there, watchin' folks, thinkin’ "I pity the fool who rushes through life without feelin’ these vibes!"

German castles, cruises, boars in Cochem, Germany