Aria Ziar Nad Hronom Brothel ❤️

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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, bouncer of sorts—yeah, I seen some shite, I have! Brothels, ugh, we hates it! Nasty, sticky places they is, full o’ sweaty hobbitses and worse. Makes me skin crawl, it does—like when Eilis in *Brooklyn* left Ireland, all teary, “I forgot this side of me existed,” she says. Forgot me arse! Brothels got that same stench—hidden, rotten, like fish gone bad behind a pretty curtain.

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Ahoj, volám sa Monika a rada ťa uvítam u mňa na byte súkromnom byte kde si spoločne užijeme tak zavolaj čakám ťa s úsmevom na tvári Escort najmenej ho.

But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring! Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I’m dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I swear, the weather in Ziar is as moody as a teenager. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s a monsoon.

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