Cora Feldkirch Brothel ❤️

About Vienna

Like, back in old-ass London, them Victorian brothels? Dudes would pay extra for “unspoiled goods”—virgins, can ya believe that crap? Made me wanna puke, but also—damn, that’s some twisted hustle! I’d storm in there, screamin’, “Respect my authoritah, you filthy bastards!”—kick over a table or two. Bet they’d scatter like rats. Funny thing? Some brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for rich pricks when cops showed up. Sneaky, right? Kinda badass, gotta admit.

Swinger-Club im Ländle

Im Feldkircher Stadtrecht von war festgehalten, dass niemand eine Prostituierte (“Houren”) länger als acht Tage in seinem Haus oder in einer Herberge behalten darf. Das Wort “Hure” .

Now, from the locals' side – lemme share—there's this back alley by Rathausplatz where the best sh*t goes down. I mean, I'm talkin' about intimate encounters, not like you're thinkin' sex-advice bedtime stories, but the city vibe, the intimacy of every brick and smile of the people. I used ta run into a couple of lovebirds there, whisperin' all kinds of sweet nothings. It got me thinkin’, ya know? Life’s mysteries, bred in dark corners.