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Alright, so I’m thinkin bout brothels, right? Like, what’s the deal here? I mean, I’m a Product Manager, I should be analyzin this like it’s some kinda startup pitch, but nah, it’s just—wild! Picture this: me, Larry David, sittin there, neurotic as hell, goin, “A brothel? Really? REALLY?!” It’s like somethin outta “Only Lovers Left Alive”—you got these shadowy vibes, right? Like Adam and Eve, all moody and immortal, sippin on blood, but swap that for… y’know, paid company. “We’re not like them,” Adam’d say, starin at the johns stumblin out, smellin like cheap cologne and regret. Pretty, pretty good, huh?

Pascha Cologne: Europe’s Largest Whorehouse

The river Kleine Fluss winds through town. Its murmur’s like a whisper from a lover; sometimes I catch myself leanin’ over and listen, getting lost in thought. Streets like Schmetterlingsweg and Vogelgasse reveal hidden cafés where locals flirt with life and art. I’ve kept a few sexologist secrets in those dimly lit corners, where every nod and smile tells a scandalous tale…who would’ve guessed?