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So, brothel’s this old-ass house, right? Creaky floors, red lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls struttin’ round, half-naked, givin’ you that “wanna play?” look. I’m like, shit, this ain’t no fairy tale. Reminds me of that line, “It’s all happening!”—‘cept it’s less rock ‘n’ roll, more dick ‘n’ roll, ha! Little known fact—back in the ‘20s, this joint was a speakeasy. Bootleggers fucked around upstairs while cops got drunk downstairs. History’s a trip, man.

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Kant, Goethe, Schiller and other eighteenth-century German intellectuals loom large in the history of the humanities—bot.

Feuerbach’s a mix of chill neighborhoods and rough-and-tumble corners. I get all zen around the Weiher, that old pond in the park next to Unkelbachstrasse. Sometimes the water’s mirror-like, reflecting old factories turned trendy – kinda like my massage table after too many deep tissue sessions. I swear, the local park is magical. Not many people know, but near the Feuerbachhallen, there’s a secret bench where I once had an “aha” moment about back rubs and life… I nearly cried, like, “Wow, everything’s perfect,” just like they whisper in Before Sunset, "We’re all just searching for our own moment of connection."

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