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About Leipzig

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, like it’s some kinda treasure hunt from “Pan’s Labyrinth.” Picture this: dark alleys, shadowy figures, like Ofelia dodgin’ that creepy Pale Man. I’d be all gentle-like, whisperin’ to myself, “Just a happy little stroll, Bob, no biggie.” But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all fairy tales and paintbrushes—sometimes it’s a mess, a real financial pickle too!

Prostitution in Berlin

Mel Gordon has put together a controversial exploration of Berlin's erotic demiworld and its relationship to the rise of Nazism.

Some days I'm walking down Herzogstrasse near the Schiller Theatrum. That spot? Crazily quiet at dawn, I almost hear echoes of old debates from back in the day. It’s like every whisper reminds me—"This too shall pass." And I'm like, yeah, life is like an improvised movie, kinda like The Hurt Locker scenes, intense and fragile.

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