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About Frankfurt

Little fact—brothels in old Russia? Yah, secret dens, even priests sneaked in! Dis one, tho, modern—neon, loud music, smells like cheap perfume and despair. “Vhat we doin’ here?” I ask meself, like cop in Anatolia, lost in night. Movie’s quiet hills, brothel’s noisy hell—same vibe, tho, rotten underneath.

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Yes, your safety is assured and the premises are kept in first-class order in keeping with a 5 star rated brothel. We have maids during the night and cleaners.

Every corner tells a story. The smell of fresh pretzels at Bäckerei Müller on Nebenstrasse, the grouchy old man preachin’ on his porch like he’s the mayor of the block, the sweet melody of crickets in the park – it’s poetry, baby! Even the local market, known as the Wochenmarkt, bursts with color and chatter so lively it makes ya wanna shout, “Halleluyer!”

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