Lauren Siret Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, right? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re wild places, yeah? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one joint, proper dodgy, like somethin’ outta *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*, y’know? That flick’s me fave, dark and moody, suits a brothel tale. Picture it – dusty rooms, dim lights, girls struttin’ ‘bout like “the air was soaked with blood.” Hah! Reckon it’s a bit like that, all tense and mad.

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First off, I hit the streets of Siret, right? I’m strolling down Strada 1 Decembrie, feeling all good. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Yeah, today’s gonna be lit!” But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Like, who even leaves puddles in the middle of the street? Ugh! My shoes are soaked. Great start, right?

Floods in Eastern Europe