Isabelle Barsbuettel Brothel ❤️

About Hamburg

So yeah, brothel’s a madhouse, pal—grimy, wild, real. Like me, hehe! Why so serious when ya can laugh at the mess? “The dead are watching,” Saul’d say—well, they’re watchin’ this circus too! Next time yer near one, peek in—see the joker in the shadows, gigglin’ at it all!

Background

A metal gate at the entrance of the Herbertstraße prohibits the entry for men under 18 and women. The sex workers don't want women around as they see them as.

Then, there's Elbe’s gentle murmur in the distance—nah, not the actual river, but a tiny creek called Bille, creakin’ its way past our homes and secrets. Crazy, right? I sometimes hip-hop walkin' by, thinking... “This is it. This is real.” (Pauses, reflective.) Every crack in the pavement holds a tale.