Sadie Schesslitz Brothel ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Oh, and—ha!—heard this story, proper bonkers—some old herbalist, right, swore brothel kept witches away! *waves hands like shooing ghost* Dunno if it’s true, but I’d sprinkle it round me shed just in case! *mumbles* Hmm, witches, brothel, hmmph! “Grace don’t live in the world,” Malick said, but brothel does, mate—tough little bugger, grows anywhere, even cracks in pavement! *points at floor, trips*

Inside Germany's lucrative sex business

I gotta talk about our quirky neighborhoods. In the north, there is the old part – Altstadt, you found cobble stones and mischief. Here, my colleagues – families and weird old timers – talk philosophy at the local café on Gerberstrasse. I got mad once ‘cause someone broke my favorite mug. But ya know, "The past is always present," as caché would say. A bit dramatic, but it fits!