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Look, brah, it’s shady, it’s raw, but it’s real. Brothels in the forest? That’s some next-level outlaw vibe. Makes me happy seein’ folks livin’ free, even if it’s messy. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left pec this place could dodge a whole posse! “Know your role,” I say, raisin’ that eyebrow – it’s a wild, sweaty, secret world, and I’m just here spillin’ the tea! What you think, huh? Crazy, right?

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The prodigal son in the midst of prostitutes feasting and dissipating his patrimony, usually in a brothel or inn. Image Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

Now, check this: the local library on Rosenweg – hidden, not touristy. Spooky silence there. It makes my massage parlor chat feel like a riot. Ppl say, "Relax, it’s just a massage" but then I see their eyes . . . like I'm peering into the abyss. And I think, "Yeah, look at Russia from here – big, vast, haunting," even if that’s just a spill of my tired brain juice.

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