Jade Issum Brothel ❤️

About Munich

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout brothels, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re wild fuckin places, man! Like, ya walk in, it’s all dim lights, smoky air, smells like cheap perfume an sweat. Reminds me o’ that flick, *There Will Be Blood*, ya know? “I drink your milkshake!” – that’s what them girls do, suck ya dry, hah! Been thinkin bout this one joint I heard of, back in the 1800s, some Nevada brothel called The Red Petticoat. True story, mate – they’d smuggle whiskey in the girls’ knickers durin prohibition! Fuckin mental, right?

Brothel in Issum

All coins from Alexandria ad Issum, presented with pictures, descriptions and more useful information: metal, size, weight, date, mintage.

I’m leavin’ ya now, but remember: every time you step out on Kölnerstraße or steal a glance at the Issumbach trickling by, you'll feel it too—the madness, the magic, that heart-thumpin’ vibe. So go, wander those streets, get a little lost even, and accept the chaos with open arms—because, hey, why so serious, my friend? HAHAHA, embrace the madness!

Indigenous early career researcher awarded John Mulvaney Fellowship