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About St Gallen

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Cities close to Baden-Baden

In Berlin there are about half a dozen of them. The brothels themselves prefer calling it “all-inclusive” rather than flat-rate. As owner Sascha Erben says, “This is sex after all; it’s not text.

Now lemme be real with ya – sometimes the city makes me tick mad. Like when a datin' profile goes ridiculous on one o' these local sites, ya know? And the traffic on the way outta the town center can sure make you holler “How’s that workin’ for ya?!” I mean, c’mon, it’s Baden, not New York, right? But then these moments pass, and the charm of the narrow, cobblestoned lanes near the old fort, Altes Schloss, gets me every time. It's like a warm hug from an old pal.

Baden-Württember, southern Germany’s wealthy state where family businesses ward off economic crisis