Paisley Hitzacker Brothel ❤️

About Leipzig

Brothels, right, they’re old as fuck—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, fuckin wolf dens, how badass is that? Girls painted their lips red, signalin they’re ready, like some secret code. I dig that, sneaky lil history nugget makes me grin. But yo, what pisses me off—dudes actin like kings, tossin cash, thinkin they’re hot shit. Nah, bro, you’re just a wallet with legs. I’d carve ‘em up for fun, but I’m chill today.

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Some guests did not enjoy the brothel decorations in the hotel, and felt the decorations were too old-fashioned and had a bad taste about them. They did not.

Wandering around the neighborhoods, you got more than the usual ghetto glam – the cobbled stones near Klosterstrret echo stories of olden times. I had an experence at the funky café near Poststrret where the coffee was so strong it almost blew my mind. Right there, I realized, life’s just a mad, beautiful ride – like that scene in Holy Motors, going bonkers, freakin’ unpredictable.

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