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About Triesenberg

Brothels got quirks, tho—didya know some got secret tunnels? Back in Prohibition, they’d smuggle booze AND clients underground! How badass is that? Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout the chaos, all sneaky-like. But then I get moody—imagine the walls, man, soaked in stories, some hot, some tragic. Like, one time I heard ‘bout this guy proposin’ in a brothel—proposin’! To a working girl! She said no, obvs, but damn, that’s ballsy. *pinky-to-mouth* “One million dollars!”—for that kinda drama, I’d pay!

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After World War I, Kitty brought her daughter back to Germany and opened her first brothel in Berlin. Commercial sex was effectively legal under the new.

First off, I hit up the main street, Hauptstraße. It’s always buzzing, ya know? People rushin’ around, cars honking like they’re in a race. I’m just tryin’ to set up my little sharpening stand, but nooo, the universe had other plans. My first customer, this dude, comes up with a rusty old knife. I mean, it looked like it had been through a war. I’m like, “Bro, you sure you wanna sharpen this?” He just nods, all serious. I’m thinkin’, “Okay, let’s see what I can do.”

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