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Now, here’s a tidbit—did ya know brothels in ol’ Tortuga had secret tunnels? Aye, for smugglin’ rum or dodgin’ the law! Saw one meself once, tripped right into it, landed face-first in mud. Pissed me off, sure, but the lass who pulled me out—oooh, she was a peach! Had a laugh, too, said I’d “accepted the mystery” o’ fallin’ arse-over-tit. Straight outta the movie, that line—cracked me up, savvy?

In Switzerland again, open brothels: here are the new rules of prostitutes

I gotta tell ya, as a pleasure coach, I'm always tuned into vibes. Schongau's vibe? It’s a rollercoaster of secrets and surprises. One minute, you're lost in thought staring at the Lech River as it sneaks past the town, reflecting age-old towers in its shimmer; the next minute, you're laughing with locals at a pub near Frauenberg Park, where everyone spills their life stories over a pint. I even found a hidden bench behind St. Marien Church – my secret retreat. Crazy calm, like you're in a hidden room in someone's mind.

Peter Jantzen Obituary March 20, 2024