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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, brothels had secret codes! Knock twice, wink, say “sausage” or some nonsense. Sausage! Who comes up with that? Prolly some perv with a meat fetish. Made me laugh, but also—kinda clever? Kept the cops guessin. Not like now, where it’s all online, “Brothel Yelp reviews” or whatever. “Four stars, sticky floor.” I’d die before leavin a review, but I’d read em—oh, I’d read em hard. Curiosity, y’know?

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Germany has been infamously dubbed the "Brothel ofEurope," but how does legalized prostitution actually work? Is itempowering or victimizing, realisti Missing: Lauchhammer.

Strolling along Hauptstraße, you'll see hidden corners of art and history. There's this tiny café on Zum Frieden that smells like coffee and old secrets. Ugh, it annoys me sometimes how the city’s history is stubborn, like an old love song you can’t shake off. Oh, and then there's the river, the Spree – yeah, that shimmering ribbon of calm that just reflects the city’s soul and, like, splashes a little magic on my massage practice. I often wonder if those ripples are remembering song lyrics from that Kiarostami film… "Copy, copy, certified moments"—evoking that bittersweet cinema vibe—seriously, it's all beautifully confusing.

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