Penelope Kobryn Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, right? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re wild places, yeah? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one joint, proper dodgy, like somethin’ outta *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*, y’know? That flick’s me fave, dark and moody, suits a brothel tale. Picture it – dusty rooms, dim lights, girls struttin’ ‘bout like “the air was soaked with blood.” Hah! Reckon it’s a bit like that, all tense and mad.

Pedestrian street of Suvorov

Tonight’s the night. Kobryn (by) is a strange, quiet place. I stroll down Lenina St., and it just blows my mind. Look, that old Soviet mural on the wall of Kataev Ave? Yeah, it's a mood. I luv this street so much, man.

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