Ivy Neustadt (hessen) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Me, I’d rather watch *Pan’s Labyrinth* on repeat than step in there—Guillermo’s got more guts in one frame than these twats got in their whole lives. “The moon will be full tonight!”—yeah, full of bullshit promises, just like the brothel’s “VIP room.” VIP my arse! It’s a broom closet with a stained mattress—fuckin pathetic. Did ya know, right, some of these dives got secret tunnels back in the day? Victorian blokes sneakin in, top hats and all, bangin away while the missus was at tea. Sneaky bastards! Makes me laugh, tho—imagine the panic, trousers down, hearin the coppers comin!

The neighborhoods, oh boy – each one got its own flavor. In Ehrenberg, there’s that grungy yet cozy vibe. Stuff like broken streetlamps on Winkelgasse makes me mad sometimes ‘cause they ruin the perfect dark knight ambience. But then, you see a beam of light and think “Lightbulb!” and all is forgiven. Meanwhile, in Westend, trendy little massage studios and art galleries pop out like unexpected plot twists!