Abigail Liben Brothel ❤️

About Brno

So, sex escorts, right? High heels, tight dresses, struttin’ like they own King’s Landing. I reckon it’s a game, a hustle—power in every sway o’ the hips. Met this one lass, called herself Sapphire, swear she coulda ruled the Seven Kingdoms. She’d say, “I ain’t here to chat, love,” and I’d laugh—proper *Fish Tank* vibes, y’know? “Life’s a fuckin’ mess,” she’d mutter, like Mia in the film, all raw and real. Made me happy, that—grit over glitter.

Prague Red Light District

The Yanshang Teahouse might not be a brothel, it is a casino, and underlie that casino is an information market for the Liyue Qixing.

I pop over sometimes to the vintage bookstore on Vltava Lane. Books, old vinyl, peace vibes! That place? Insanely chill and quirky. Every corner, easy breezy, like I’m high-fivin’ every page.

Carleton Connects: The joy of knotty words