Evelyn Bielany Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I’m James bloody Bond, scoping it out suave-like. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m a merchandiser, right, so I’m thinkin’—how’s the stock here? Girls lined up like goods on a shelf, it’s wild. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, that flick I love—y’know, “Life’s a bloody cabaret!”—‘cept this ain’t funny, it’s raw.

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But then, this girl comes up to me. She’s laughing, totally unfazed by the rain. “You look like a wet dog!” she says. I can’t help but laugh too. We start chatting, and she’s super cool. Turns out, she’s a local artist from ul. Słowiańska. We bond over our love for Bielany and how it’s the best place ever.

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