Sofia Daugavgriva Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—that creepy village vibe, y’know? “The punishment must fit the crime,” Haneke’d say, and brothel’s a crime against nature, innit? Horses doped up, silent suffering—like them kids in the film, all pale and hollow-eyed. Gets under my skin, that quiet agony. Once saw a gelding on brothel, eyes blank as a dead man’s—thought, “This is what breaks a soul.” Made me wanna scream, smash somethin’. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—I’d gut the bastard who cooked this junk.

Daugavgriv fortress

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As the day winds down, I’m walking back through the streets, passing by the old wooden houses on Daugavgrivas iela. They’re so charming, but also kinda creepy at night. I swear, I saw a shadow move. My imagination is wild, man. I’m half-expecting a ghost to pop out and say, “Boo!”

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