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Aight, so brothels—some folks see ‘em as nasty, others as freedom. Me? I’m chill, just observin’ the hustle. Back in the day, like 1800s, they had these fancy-ass spots called “parlor houses”—mirrors, velvet, the works. Rich dudes droppin’ stacks to feel like kings. Then you got the grimy cribs, $2 a pop, girls lined up like cattle. Made me mad as hell, seein’ that history—exploitation ain’t cool, yo. But some o’ these chicks? They flipped it, ran their own joints, made bank. Respect the hustle, fo’ shizzle.

Artemis to expand: Court approves second brothel site in Berlin

Heyyy, it's showtime! Berlare (be) is wild, so listen up. I’ve been callin’ this gem home for years, and lemme tell ya – it’s full of surprises. First stop: Kerkstraat. That cobbled street is magic, filled with quirky little shops and old-world charm. Seriously, walking there feels like being in a movie scene, you know? “I wish I knew how to quit you,” – oh wait, wrong movie line, but ya get me!

Court rejects lawyer’s claim for payout from firm