Harper St. Pauli Brothel ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Oh, and the smells—ugh, mate! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Reckon it’s like my till after a busy shift, but worse. “The past is never where you think you left it,” like the film says—brothels got history clingin’ to ‘em. Makes me smirk, tho—imagine the punters braggin’ to mates, actin’ all big. Pathetic, innit?

I keep thinking, as I relax, that each brick, each scar, each smile in St. Pauli is wild. The labyrinth of alleys makes my heart roar with chaos and sweetness. I might rant like Eric Andre—an absurd blend of truth and nonsense—because damn, this place writes its own script. Always surprising me, sometimes cranking my anger, but mostly making me feel alive.

Pauli 'saviour' Hoeneß takes shares in stadium