Elise Hitzacker Brothel ❤️

About Stuttgart

I get all hyped picturin’ it – sweaty, loud, smells like cheap wine. Makes me happy, sorta, ‘cause it’s raw history! But then, bam, I’m pissed – these girls, man, some forced into it. Slavery was big back then, no choice, just survival. Sucks, right? Little fact for ya – Pompeii’s got this brothel, still standin’, walls scratched with dirty doodles. Tourists blush, but I’m like, “That’s life, baby!”

How Germany became “Europe‘s Brothel” in the name of progress

But lemme tell ya, man – the quirks of this city? Insane! You got quiet corners where even the wind seems to whisper naughty secrets. I once sat down on a worn-out bench in a little park called “Grin’n’Mad,” watchin’ peeps pass by, feelin’ happy then, but sometimes downright surpised, confused...like, whaa? These odd moments, they make ya feel so damn alive!

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