Nadia Zadar Brothel ❤️

About Pula

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. I’m Ron Swanson, Office Manager, and I hate everything. Brothels? Pfft, cesspits of human filth. Been around forever tho, oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how’s that for classy? Stinks of desperation and cheap perfume. Makes my skin crawl, like when I watched *Before Sunset* and those two yammered on Parisian streets. “Nine years, no letter?”—Celine’s whinin’ still haunts me. Brothels are loud, messy, like that movie’s endless chatter.

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So, I grab my gear, head out to the market on Narodni trg. It’s buzzing, like always. Vendors shoutin’ about fresh fish and olives. I’m just tryin’ to get some charcoal for my kiln, ya know? But then, bam! I bump into this old dude, like, literally. He’s got this wild beard, looks like he just walked outta a pirate movie. He starts ramblin’ about the “Sea Organ” and how it’s the best thing since sliced bread. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just tryin’ to get my charcoal!” But he’s all passionate, talkin’ about the waves and music. I mean, I get it, Zadar’s got that vibe, but c’mon, man!

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