Brooklyn Garching Brothel ❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, picture this – dim lights, sweaty bodies, coin changin’ hands faster than a dwarf dodgin’ a Lannister blade. I’ve seen some shite, lemme tell ya. Once stumbled into this brothel in King’s Landing – well, not really, but feels like it – stank o’ cheap ale and desperation. Girls gigglin’, blokes leerin’, and me, pint in hand, thinkin’, “I’ve seen worse.” Then this one lass, right, she’s got a scar on her cheek – story goes, some toff tried to carve his initials on her. She knifed him in the balls! Made me laugh so hard I spilled me drink – “A little courtesy, please!” like they say in *Grand Budapest*. Courtesy? In a brothel? Hah!

Brothel in Garching bei München

I’m always blown away by sudden bursts of art, quirky pop-up markets, and old-school beer gardens that pop up around a random corner. Forever mixing with the modern, ya know? Like, dude, I felt this deep connection to everything, like “I love you, and I’m sorry” whispered by an AI in Her.

Collaborating with IPP Garching on real-time software for plasma control