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About Frankfurt

Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, cheap beer. Hits ya hard, like a punch. I pity the fool who can’t handle it! Brothel ain’t pretty, but it’s real. Mr. T approves, keeps it 100. Peace out!

Death of the Reeperbahn: Hamburg's streets of shame

Mar 21,  · Twelve-foot-high barricades block off both ends of the notorious Herbertstrasse brothel and large signs warn visitors: "Under 18s and women – Verboten!".

Honestly, I hate everything mundane. Yet, my professional eyes as a sexologist notice the odd spots. Down in the back alleys off Industriestr. 12, there's this little café. It’s called Café Mokka. Not perfect, but it buzzes with weird energy. People meet and secrets float. One time I saw a smooch near a poster saying, “Talk to Her.” Totally surreal.