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So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

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The doorman of a popular St. Pauli brothel sits down with TiltMN to describe a night in Europe's largest Red Light District.

I work massaging folks. I see muscle secrets on every block. Chill spots on Fußgängerzone make me smile – even if I'm in a hurry. You know, the riverside near Kleiner Bach is a gem, a hidden spot where time slows. I remember one day, after a brutal session, I walked down Karl-Heinz Str.; feeling all introspective, like "... the earth is our garden". Crazy, right!?