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About Basel

Brothels ain’t all glitz, man. Dirty sheets, broken dreams, STD roulette. “This blood tastes funny,” I’d growl. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But it’s a pit, a trap. Vader don’t judge—okay, I do. Screw that noise. Still, weird vibe draws me in. Like watchin’ a crash, can’t look away. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian ones? 1800s, fancy as hell—velvet everywhere. Rich assholes droppin’ gold. Wild, huh? History’s twisted like that.

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First recorded in –, for an earlier sense; short for brothel-house “whorehouse”; Middle English brothel “harlot,” originally, “worthless person,”.

Oh, and did I mention the old station area? Near Bahnhofstrasse, where the trains rumble by so roughly, it kinda makes you wanna scream “Here’s Johnny!” at the absurdity of daily life. But seriously, that place hums with history. You can feel it in your bones, like ancient echoes whispering secrets of the past. Some days, I get mad at the hectic pace, but then I think of all the stories it holds, and my heart lights up.

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