Zoe Karlin Brothel ❤️❤️

About Prague

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Brothels, huh? Wild ass places, for real. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout *The Master* – that flick’s my jam. Freddie Quell, that crazy bastard, he’d fit right in a brothel. “You’re a dirty animal,” he’d say, stumblin’ thru the door, drunk off his ass. Me? I’m scopin’ it out, seein’ the chaos, the hustle. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah – they’re like fight rings, but with less fists, more… y’know.

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The narrative portions follow Loman, an expatriate American vet who owns a bar/brothel in Bangkok, as he plays reluctant guide to Congressman Elliott Mundy.

I often stroll near the Karlínský park. Its green energy, so call me "bright spark," it's like Joy saying “Yippee!” But then, uhh, when I see local café on Korunní, I nearly cry—this place got smooooth coffee, man, like memory bubbles of young hope... and maybe a tiny bit of Sadness, you know?

Steven Jeffrey Karlin Obituary October 21, 2016