Delilah Psie Pole Poludnie Kielczow Brothel ❤️❤️

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But—hah!—there’s wild bits too. Ever hear ‘bout the “nunneries” in medieval times? Brothels masked as holy houses—nuns my arse! Priests sneakin’ in, skirts up, prayers down. Cracks me up, the hypocrisy of it all. “What’s this world come to?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that line. Surprised me first time I heard it, couldn’t stop laughin’. Still, brothels ain’t all grim. Some are posh—velvet curtains, wine flowin’, girls who’d charm a dragon. Went to one in Braavos once, felt like a king ‘til the bill hit. Nearly choked on me ale—worth it, tho.

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As I head home, I’m reflecting. Psie-Pole-Poludnie-Kielczow is wild. It’s chaotic, but I love it. The people, the vibe, the unexpected moments. It’s all part of the adventure.