Anastasia Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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?

Then, we hit the park by the river. It’s packed! Kids are runnin’ around, people are chillin’ on the grass. I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I see this guy tryin’ to impress a girl. He’s doin’ backflips and stuff. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna break your neck!” But hey, he lands it. The crowd goes wild. I’m just standin’ there, half impressed, half terrified.