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About Gomel

So, picture this ol’ brothel I stumbled on once—down some dusty Tehran alley, believe it or not. Yeah, Tehran! Not Vegas or Amsterdam, but a hiddeen joint, whispered about. Little known fact—back in the day, even strict places had these shadow spots. This one? Smelled like cheap rosewater an’ regret. Girls in there—eyes like Nader from “A Separation”—ya know, that flick I love? “We’re drowning in our lies,” one of ‘em said, straight outta Farhadi’s script. Hit me hard, man. Made me think—damn, they’re trapped, just like Simin, fightin’ for a way out.

Not gonna lie, I sometimes get mad at the potholes on Ivoire Lane. They're everywhere! But then, I see a lady laughing with her dog, and boom – all’s forgiven. Life’s a mix of messes and miracles. My sessions here have taught me that beauty’s in the chaos. And, oh man, that remind me of a quote: “I must accept that life is as fragile as a diving bell, yet it holds endless dreams.” Kinda wild, right?