Mia Bad Urach Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Zen pause… I’m sittin here, imaginin it. Smoky room, velvet curtains, some guy nervous as hell. “You’re not in Ireland anymore,”—that’s from *Brooklyn*. Fits here too—steppin into a brothel, whole new world. Used to sneak peeks at old pics—Victorian era brothels, insane. Girls in corsets, secret trapdoors. One joint in London—had a tunnel to a pub! Authenticity, man, that’s the juice.

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Aaaand speaking of nature, don’t get me started on the Urachbach. It weaves through the town like a slithery, ancient serpent – dun, hon, pure magic! I once took a brisk walk along its banks, with my thoughts whizzing like those hilarious Nemo fish, pondering life’s twists and turns, when I nearly slipped on a slick stone. Bloody nonsense! But, in typical Bad-Urach fashion, a kindly local helped me up, laughing and saying “alles paletti!” It made me feel so darn connected to this buzzy little microcosm.

New infrastructure, rolling stock and operators in southern Germany