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So, picture this – I’m reelin’ in cod. Big ones! And I hear – whispers. From the shore. Some joint called “The Red Net.” A brothel! Been there since – forever. Sailors talk. Say it’s cursed! Some chick named Lila. Ran it in the ‘60s. Got drowned – by a john! Freaky, right? They say – her ghost. Still walks the halls. In fishnets! Hah! I laugh. But it creeps me out! I’m like – “No evil spirit. Will touch MY sanctuary!” Straight outta “Moolaadé!” That line – hits me. Every time!

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Until his dramatic fall from grace, Jürgen Rudloff was the self-proclaimed “brothel king” of Germany. Owner of a chain of clubs he boasted.

I got a fave spot – Rosensteinpark. Trees, green, then some ducks boppin’ on da Neckar, like life’s a trip! I was massagin’ a geezer’s sore back out by da river once; he whispered, “Is it 'cos I is black?” proper deep, like from The Master – you know, that Paul Thomas Anderson film. Da dude said, “I was a young man once.” You feel me? Real talk.

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