Elizabeth Spisska Nova Ves Brothel ❤️

About Nitra

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister! I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels—oh, the sweet chaos! Picture this: sweaty bodies, cheap wine, and moans louder than a dragon’s roar. Been to one in Lys once—filthy place, stank of desperation and rosewater. Made me happy, tho—freedom in the air, y’know? Like Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, all disjointed and raw—“Words kill images,” he says. Brothels? Images kill words there! Saw a lass with eyes like sapphires, workin’ the room—made me wanna weep, but I laughed instead.

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I zoom down to the industrial zone. You know, where all the factories are? I’m hauling some serious weight. But traffic on Mlynská street is a nightmare! I’m stuck behind this dude in a tiny car. He’s just chillin’, like he’s on a Sunday drive. I’m honking, waving my arms. “C’mon, man! I got places to be!” Finally, he moves, and I’m off like a rocket.

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