Leah Berlin Treptow Brothel ❤️

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Me, I’d never step in—too posh, too panicked! R2-D2, where are you? Probly beepin at some tarted-up astromech in there! Nah, I’d short-circuit from the awkwardness. “We’re doomed!”—that’d be me, trippin over me own feet tryna flee. Still, gotta say, them joints got stories—grubby, wild, human as hell. Like Lynch’s flick—beautiful mess, innit?

Photos from One of Berlin’s Oldest Red Light Districts

Oh dang, sorry, whos that guy again? Mithrandir, I mean, my inner voice says, "Fury and love, that's here!" I constantly rearrange my thoughts over spilled coffee in the mornings at the crooked little bistro on Alt-Treptow – man, that place is so real. Stumbled upon it, nearly missed it, coz I was lost in some deep psych talk with myself (lol).

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