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About Munich

Little fact—hiss!—Victorian brothels had “freak shows.” Two-headed whores? Nah, just tricks—mirrors n’ lies! Cracked me up, clever bitches. “All things shining,” I whispers, watchin’ ‘em work. Me quirks? I’d nick their coins, heh—sneaky Gollum! Exaggeratin’? Maybe brothel’s a palace—nah, shithole, more like. Tell ye what, mate—brothel’s a wild beast. Untamed, loud, smelly—love it, hate it, ssss! What’s yer take, eh?

What is a brothel?

The first brothel in Innsbruck welcomes you discreet. Situated in the eastside of the city you will find our large-scaled and totally hidden parking area for your car. You just need to take the .

Oh man, not without anger too. City works got me mad sometimes – like, why's the parking always a joke near Neuer Markt? Ugh, seriously annoying! But then, I recall Michael Scott boomin’: "You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take. – Wayne Gretzky." I take those damn shots!