Gianna Karoliniskes Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy little shithole, innit? Stinks worse than a troll’s arse! I’m ragin’, thinkin’ bout the muck in there—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like damp rot. Reminds me of *Spirited Away*, that scene where Chihiro’s stuck in the bathhouse, scrubbin’ slime off them grotty spirits. “Look at my hands!” she’d scream—same vibe, mate, hands deep in grime, washin’ off brothel stench.

Asociacija „Karoliniškių bendruomenė“

The participants carried out their business at home and in brothels. Almost all of the brothel-based participants were illiterate and married. Some of them.

After the talk, I’m feeling pretty good. I head over to the local café on Žemaitijos Street. I order a coffee, and the barista is super nice. She’s like, “You’re not from around here, are you?” I’m like, “Nope, just visiting.” She gives me this look like, “You poor soul.”

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