Claire Chyst Brothel ❤️

About Mogilev

What surprised me? The rules, man! Some joints got stricter codes than MI6. No kissin’, no hagglin’, cash upfront—felt like a bleedin’ mission briefin’. Got me chuffed tho—order in chaos, y’know? “Reality is a fragile thing,” I reckon, sippin’ my drink, watchin’ some geezer stumble out, trousers half-down. Laughed my arse off—pathetic, but peak brothel vibes.

Yo, ever heard of the old Gustave Bridge? Walk across it, and you see the Chyst- River glittering under the sun. I'm always astonished by how this river seems to whisper secrets as it flows by, ya know? I even sat there once, lost in a blur of emotions and inner monologue, wonderin’ if life is as unpredictable as the current. It reminded me of that dreamy shot from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – simply magick!