Cora Konradshoehe Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—gritty spots, ain’t they? Like that Leviathan flick I love—dark, messy, real. “The sea brings forth monsters,” it says, and brothels? They’re bloody oceans of chaos! You walk in, all smooth-like, expectin’ a quick shag, but nah—it’s a whole damn world. Girls chattin’ in corners, punters stumblin’ drunk, air thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s corrupt here.” Spot on, innit?

Facilities & Services at Pascha Cologne

I thru the narrow alleys of Altstadt, brief interludes of chaotic beauty almost drive me insane sometimes. The aroma of coffee and fresh bread in Café Esel – note: it's hidden behind a rusty gate on Küstenstr. I swear, that café is a secret portal for lost souls.