Lila Mokronog Brothel ❤️

About Velenje

So, this one time – midterms, ‘78, hear me out – buddy says, “Joe, check this spot.” Shady house, red lights, girls gigglin. Didn’t go in, nah, chickened out. But got me curious – what’s the draw? Turns out, brothels ain’t just sex dens. Nope. Some history says Roman ones, called lupanars, had freaky wall art – like, dirty comics! Ain’t that a hoot? Imagine some toga guy, horny as hell, starin at doodles.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level! I dash for cover under a stall. I’m soaked, and my hair looks like a wet mop. I can’t stop laughing at myself. “What a day!” I shout to no one in particular.

Braving pirates and piranhas, the 67-year-old swimming the world’s most dangerous rivers