Harper Sakhnovshchyna Brothel ❤️

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Mr. T loves the chaos, tho—brothels got that raw edge. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, they’re dirty, loud, and in yo face. Kinda like me, huh? I pity the fool who thinks it’s all glamour! Nah, it’s sweat, tears, and stale beer smells. Reminds me of that scene—ya know, “The sea’s so wide”—lonely as hell, but alive. Some cat in Amsterdam’s Red Light once told me they wash them windows daily—daily!—cuz of all the grime. Nasty, but real, ya feel me?

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As you may have guessed, it turned out to be a brothel ad. The young provincial, who had no money to rent a house and a return ticket, was in despair. But the hostess of the .

Then, I decide to take a stroll by the river. The Sakhnovshchyna River, or whatever it’s called. It’s pretty chill, but today? Nah. There’s this group of kids blasting music. Like, come on, it’s 9 AM! I’m trying to enjoy nature, not a rave. I’m all for good vibes, but this was too much. I’m standing there, trying to meditate or something, and all I can think is, “Why can’t they just listen to some calm tunes?”

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