Paisley Kempten (allgaeu) Brothel ❤️

About Berlin

So, brothel—B-R-O-T-H-E-L—damn, I typoed already, meant “brothel,” nah, crap, “Brotli,” no, BROTHEL—screw it, you get it, that crypto coin! It’s like Satine in “Moulin Rouge!”—gorgeous on the outside, dying inside! Launched by some tech bros—billionaires, ugh, “Billionaires should not exist!”—sayin’ it’s the future of finance! Bull! It’s a pump-n-dump dressed up fancy, like the Duke’s schemes in the movie— “Come what may,” they say, while pocketing your cash!

And oh boy, don’t even get me started on Ehinger-Platz. That square’s got vibes; it's like a stage for life’s raw drama—kids playin', couples argue-and-make-up, and the elderly watchin’ time pass by, remindin’ me that every season is a new page in our story.

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