Camila Messkirch Brothel ❤️❤️

About Berlin

But here’s what gets me riled—some squares judge it, call it dirty, man! Pisses me off! It’s just folks livin’, lovin’, makin’ a quid. Reminds me of David in *A.I.*, lost in a world that don’t get him— “I’m real, I’m real!” he cries, and I’m like, brothel workers are real too, baby! Had this one time, mate, walked into a joint—red lights, groovy tunes, birds in sequins winkin’ at me. Felt like steppin’ into a time machine—shagged me out, but I was chuffed!

Pascha: One of Europe's biggest brothels goes bust

Then, there's the quirky side. Have you banged around Kleinstraße near the funky little café, RUMBA? Ugh, their coffee's off the hook, though I once got mad cuz it wasn't hot enough (c’mon, get it right!) But hey, it's life! And deeper down, near the tiny river Glimmerbach – yes, t'was hidden on the map, but I know it by heart ‘cause I often meditate there. The sound of water, the rustling trees... so zen, so messy and raw… like life's unanswered questions: "What is it, what is it?"

Saints Cornelius & Cyprian and the curative character of excommunication