Willow Majsperk Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothel—whaddya think? Oldest gig in the book, right? Been around forever, like wood dust in my shop. I read once—get this—ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred hookers, blessin’ dudes for gods! Wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Bless ya, son, now pay up!” History’s nuts, man. Nuts! And it ain’t just sex—nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s lonely saps needin’ a hug. Gets me mad, tho—guys exploitin’ gals, treatin’ ‘em like scraps. Pisses me off! But then—surprise—some ladies run the show, callin’ shots, stackin’ gold. Like Yubaba in the movie, huh? “Give me your name!”—boom, she owns ya.

Inside a Mumbai brothel, with a 5-year-old boy

Back at the office, I’m trying to focus, but my mind keeps wandering. Majsperk is such a cool city. The old buildings, the vibe, the people. I mean, I love the way the sun hits the rooftops on Ulica Cankarjeva. It’s like a postcard. But then, I remember I’m stuck in this boring audit.

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