Avery Svaety Jur Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kosice

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, comin’ at ya like a goddamn tornado of truth! So, we talkin’ bout BROTHEL, huh? Shit’s wild, man—sex, power, dirty sheets, the whole damn vibe! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, brothel’s like “12 Years a Slave” but with more fuckin’, ya feel me? Like, Solomon Northup out here whisperin’, “I will survive,” while some pimp’s yellin’, “Pay up, bitch!” Absurdity’s peakin’, yo!

Breadcrumb

In Svaty Jur we were housed in wooden barracks infested with ants and fleas, and were armed with picks and shovels. We were given a mess tin and a tin spoon.

So, I’m sittin’ there, trying to chill, when I hear this loud music. Turns out, there’s a festival on the other side of the park. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But curiosity got the best of me. I wander over, and it’s a whole vibe! Food stalls, people dancing, and this band playing some sick tunes. I’m feelin’ it!