Lina Kemecse Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, ramblin’ on about the oldest trade, eh? *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Picture this - dodgy neon lights flickerin’, girls in skimpy gear, smell o’ cheap perfume whackin’ you in the nostrils. Reminds me o’ “Amélie” - y’know, that French flick I adore. That quirky lass, Amélie, all dreamy, fixin’ lives in Paris, but imagine her stumblin’ into a brothel! “Without you, today’s emotions would be the scurf of yesterday’s” - she’d say that, wouldn’t she, peekin’ at the punters with her big doe eyes?

1. El Centro

A deserted brothel in Surabaya's infamous Dolly Lane, formerly one of the biggest red-light districts in S But music has been replaced by an eerie silence. Neon lights have been taken .

The night goes on, and I’m having the time of my life. We’re singing, dancing, and I even try to teach Gábor some English slang. He’s terrible at it, but it’s hilarious.