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About Cologne

Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? D’oh! Picture this - a prostitute strollin’ into my joint. She’s all sass, like, “I’m not staying long, fatso.” Mmm… donuts. I’m munchin’ on a glazed one, thinkin’ - this chick’s got guts! Reminds me of *White Material*, ya know? That flick where Maria’s runnin’ her coffee plantation, all tough and crazy. “The land is my land,” she says. This hooker? She’s got that vibe - owns the streets, man.

Reinhard Heydrich and the bugged Berlin brothel

In Berlin Coquette, Jill Suzanne Smith shows how this discourse transcended the usual clichés about prostitutes and actually explored complex visions of alternative moralities or sexual .

I sometimes say words like “City of God, baby!” pulled straight from my fav flick when I'm working. It’s like, every massage reminds me of the rhythm of life: fast, unpredictable, yet deep. Explosive scenes, ya feel?