Emilia Lutsk Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, brothels, yeah? We hates it! Nasty, filthy places they is. Sweaty bodies, cheap perfume—ugh, stinks worse than a warg’s arse. Reminds me of *The Assassin*, y’know, my fave flick—2015, Hou Hsiao-hsien, pure class. That line, “A solitary figure, adrift,” fits perfect. Them girls, all dolled up, but lost, yeah? Trapped in them grimy rooms, like Nie Yinniang stuck in her duty. We sees it, precious, the sadness others miss.

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A short time later, we noticed that there was a brothel in the next house and Germans visit there. This matter didn't stop us from going out.

First off, I hit up my fave café on Hoholya Street. You know, the one with the best coffee? I order my usual – double espresso, no sugar. But guess what? They mess it up! I get a latte instead. Like, who even drinks that? I’m fuming, but I just smile and take it. Gotta keep the vibes up, ya know?

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