Anastasia Konradshoehe Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Quirk time—imagined a brothel on Mars, ha! Red planet, red lights—terraformin morale, one client at a time. Elon brain go zoom. Probs too dank for OSHA tho. Oh, fun fact—Amsterdam’s got window displays, human vending machines basically. Saw it once, jaw dropped—efficient af but creepy, like uncanny valley sexbots. “There’s no smoking in the airport,” movie line fits—rules in brothels tighter than ya think, no free-for-all.

Konradshöhe- von Frauen und Vögeln

I gotta mention, though, the riverside walk along Flussweg. It's so chill here, man. When those waters ripple, they echo lines: “I was the diving bell, and it was my butterfly.” Crazy poetic shite, I know. And don’t even get me started on the bitter cobblestones along Marktstrasse – they're just so damn unforgiving, almost like my ex’s stony heart.