Ashley Muta Brothel ❤️

About Novo Mesto

Alright, so brothel—man, what a topic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—brothels, they’re like… weird little universes, right? Pretty, pretty good at makin’ ya squirm! I mean, you got these places, been around forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em lupanars, “wolf dens,” how wild’s that? Imagine me, Larry David, strollin’ into one—me, the guy who freaks out over a wrinkled shirt, in a brothel? I’d lose it! “What’s that smell? Is that sanitary? Where’s the exit?!”

Background

Calling temporary marriage "prostitution" is totally irrational. Prostitution is done secretly. Whereas, temporary marriage is done publicly.

Man, what a day in Muta! Seriously, I can’t even. Woke up late, as usual. My alarm? Yeah, it decided to take a day off. So, I’m sprinting down Via Roma, dodging people like I’m in some kinda video game. Muta’s streets are wild, man. You got the old buildings, the narrow alleys, and then BAM! A gelato shop pops up outta nowhere.

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