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About Essen

So, brothels—oldest gig in the book, right? Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how’s that for classy? Little known fact: they found graffiti in Pompeii, dudes braggin’ bout their “visits”—like Yelp reviews, but hornier! I’m laughin’, but I’m pissed too—imagine the smell, no AC, just sweat and regret. Makes me wanna yell, “WALL-E, clean this crap up!”—he’d roll in, beepin’, “E-vahhh,” all confused by the glitter and heels.

Inside the 'battery cage': Prostitution in Germany

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Strange, strange, nearby the old post office on Direktorplatz, a hidden laneway leads to a tiny café—bah, caffeine! Such a nasty, sweet spot where I once spilled my tea (oops, clumsy, clumsy) right on my fresh linen, oh how the patrons hissed in glee, ha!

The mean streets of Spandau