Emilia Veliki Preslav Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—old brothel I heard about, back in Spain, 1800s. Creaky floors, hidden rooms, legit secret panels carpenters like me drooled over. Built by some shady dude who loved trapdoors—prolly to dodge angry husbands. Little known fact: they hid cash in the beams! Found coins when they tore it down—history’s dirty laundry, huh? Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout craftsmanship meetin’ chaos. But damn, the smell—sweat, cheap perfume—grossed me out. No capes! None of that fancy nonsense, just raw life.

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And lemme tell ye, there be days when madness creeps in: drizzle so drizzle-y ye’d think the city’s cryin’, streets slick like a ship’s deck after a storm. Me mood swings from mad happy to downright furious, but that, me friend, is the spice of life here! Nothing ever stays dull for long.

Deputy Minister Irena Georgieva attended the celebration of the 1335th anniversary of the Bulgarian state’s establishment and the 35th anniversary of Pliska’s town status