Avery Selters Brothel ❤️

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Once saw a brothel fire – ooh, blaze went wild! Girls runnin’, screamin’ – “My stove’d never do that!” I thought, proud-like. Burnt to a crisp, it did, and I laughed, nasty and loud. Little known bit? Some brothels got trapdoors – sneaky exits for rich buggers caught pantless. Surprised me, that – clever, slimy rats!

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Then, there’s the small river—Selterbach. It flows near the Alte Mühle. I’d sit, think deep thoughts. “What have you done?” kinda line from Caché. It gives ya chills, like a secret.

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