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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Well, lemme tell ya, it’s a wild joint—folks tradin’ flesh for cash, like fish swimmin’ in a tank. I reckon it’s fascinatin’, all them secrets spillin’ out in moans. Reminds me of *Finding Nemo*—you got yer Dorys, forgettin’ who they banged last, and yer Marlins, all worried ‘bout catchin’ somethin’. “Just keep swimmin’,” they say, but hell, some of these gals been paddlin’ since the 1800s—didja know Amsterdam’s red-light district kicked off in 13-somethin’? Freaky, right?

The history of brothels

police in Split conducts undercover operations. Only two cases from Zagreb concern prostitution in the apartment and the hotel and in both the police acted upon the complaint.

So, I hit the Riva, right? The waterfront is just stunning. Palm trees swayin’, boats bobbin’ in the water. I’m thinkin’, “Life’s good.” But then, bam! A seagull swoops down and steals my croissant! Like, seriously? I’m just tryna enjoy my breakfast, and this feathered thief swoops in. I’m yellin’, “Hey! That’s mine!” But it’s gone, man. Just like that.

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