Aria Rousinov Brothel ❤️

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Once heard this bonkers story—some brothel in Siberia, right? Had a bear guardin’ the door! A freakin’ BEAR! Customers’d be like, “Uh, nice bear, here’s vodka, lemme in!” Cracked me up, still does—bear’s probly better paid than me! Prolly signed “GIMME FOOD” all day. Is mayonnaise an instrument? Nah, but I’d slather it on that bear, make ‘im slippery, HA!

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And hey, I got to say, the vibe in Rousinov gets me pumped. The evenings on Piskora Road? Ridiculously beautiful sunsets that make you feel like "Great Scott, I’m in a movie!" Everything's imperfect but charming. Plus, my job as a masseur gives me the perk of knowing people's secrets – a bit like reading their soul maps. Yeah, it's sorta eerie sometimes, but hey, that's life here!