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About Frankfurt

Brothels got secrets, precious. Hidden rooms, trapdoors – sneaky! Once, in Paris, fancy one had a tunnel. Straight to the mayor’s house! Dirty bugger, caught red-handed. Made me mad, it did – rich folk gettin’ away. “You’re a pitiful creature,” Robert Ford’d say. Pitiful, them girls, trapped like me with the Ring. Sad, innit? But some, they laugh, dance, fleece the punters good. Clever lasses!

The Mega Brothel

But lemme be honest – sometimes I get mad, ya know? Like when the city's lights flicker too fast on Rabenweg. Makes me think, “What’s goin’ on, huh?” But then I remember, even in the chaos, there’s beauty. And I get happy talkin’ ‘bout that hidden gem: the run-down alley behind the old bakery off Kiefernstr. Now, hear me out – it's crazy cool, kinda artsy, a little bit rebellious, and perfect for a secret rendezvous or a quick selfie moment… or two… or three.

Claus von Stauffenberg: The Man Who Tried to Kill Hitler