Sadie Marianske Lazne Brothel ❤️

About Prague

But ugh, the stench—piss n’ sweat! Made me mad, precious, real mad! Seen one shut down, coppers bustin’ in—girls cryin’, men scramblin’. Felt bad, then didn’t. “Life’s a crapshoot,” like Anderson’s movie says. Ain’t fair, but who cares? Not me, nah! Still, some joints—fancy ones—got chandeliers n’ shit. Surprised me, jaw droppin’. Thought, “Ooh, posh bitches!”—then laughed meself silly.

Administrative division

Sometimes I wander off to the little cafes on Náměstí Míru. They serve dank coffee. And hey, their pastries? Killer! I’ve got sticky fingers from too many treats, lol. Honestly, I’m lowkey addicted.

Bohemian therapy: water cures and peat baths in central Europe’s spa capital