Sophie Geiselhoring Brothel ❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, picture this: crusty old joint, smelled like regret and cheap bourbon. Guy at the door, missing teeth, grinning like he’s in on the joke. Inside, girls loungin, all “look at me,” but their eyes? Dead. Like Penny Lane faking it for the band, “You’re too sweet for rock’n’roll.” Made me mad—why sell your soul for a buck? But then, who am I, judgin? I’m no saint, just a cripple with a cane and a mouth.

Tourism and sports

Rue der Ffest, in the heart of the old town, is nuts! Pubs, famiy diners, and artsy walls everywhere. I even got into a heated debate there about kids' behavior in a far-out art gallery. Boom! My family psychologist side went full-on guru.