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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, man. Picture this – deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice kickin’ in – a dusty street, shadows stretchin’ long, like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*. “The sadness of the world,” that movie whispers, and brothels? They got that sadness baked in, fam. Ain’t no glamorous Hollywood flick here – nah, it’s raw, messy, human. Been around forever, too. Oldest job, they say – hell, ancient Babylon had temple gals slingin’ it for the gods! Wild, right? Makes ya wonder what them priests were prayin’ for.

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Jsme bar s dlouholetou tradicí, s možností pronájmu celého clubu pro až osob, nebo soukromého V.I.P salonku s kapacitou 20 osob. Nebraňte se nápadům, nechte pracovat svou .

But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Krasne, you’re killing me!” I dash down Haharina, trying to find shelter. I duck into a little shop on the corner. It’s a tiny place, but they’ve got the best pastries. I grab a couple of pirozhki, and they’re still warm.

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