Stella Sankt Peter Brothel ❤️

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Love the chaos, tho – girls hagglin’ prices, drunkards fallin’ over, pimp with gold tooth spittin’ curses. Reminds me of me wretched self – sneaky, slippin’ through shadows. One time, saw this lass, barely 18, smokin’ by the door – surprised me, she looked… alive? Made me happy for a sec, then pissed – why’s she there? “The dead are watching,” like in the movie, and I felt ‘em judgin’ me too.

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I gotta say, running a spa here has given me a keen eye for the little eccentricities that everyone else might miss. Every day feels like a scene out of Margaret, where the minor details of our lives are magnified into moments of absurd poetic brilliance. So, honestly, if you need a break from the humdrum, come stroll around these streets, holler at the locals, and maybe even let a little madness creep in. Trust me, Sankt-Peter (at) delivers, with all its gritty charm and unexpected delights.

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