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About Hamburg

So, picture this—dingy joint, red lights flickerin’. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door, smirkin’, “What you want, love?” I’m like, “Chaos, darlin’, always chaos.” She laughs—rough giggle, been through shit. Reminds me of that line, “You’re not my friend.” Cold, yeah? Brothels ain’t friendly, mate. It’s a transaction, raw and messy. But—here’s a kicker—some old Victorian brothel in London? Had a secret tunnel for posh blokes. MPs, lords, sneakin’ out, trousers half-down. Hilarious, right? Hypocrites, all of em.

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

brothel known as the "Bent Coin". I've included some Concept Art by *Floris Roding*. Operated by the local thieves' guild, the entire.

So, first off, there's this rad street called Hauptstraße. I walk here every morning, just soaking in all the vibes, ya know? It’s got these cute cafes, kinda like hidden treasure. I like to kick it by Café Zucker, even though sometimes its coffee makes me mad – like, seriously, who even roasts beans that dark? LOL, that’s what she said!

Figure 2 Pinctada imbricata imbricata (Röding, 1798). A views of the...