Valentina Pelplin Brothel ❤️

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Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re like—fuckin’ ecosystems, mate. Got your girls, your punters, your shady bouncer who’s probs ex-SAS. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, London had these posh ones called “gentlemen’s parlours”? Disguised as tea houses—cheeky bastards. Sippin’ Earl Grey one sec, shaggin’ upstairs the next. Blows my mind, that. Imagine me, 007, strollin’ in, all “Evening, madam, got a license to thrill?” Cue the smirks.

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So, I decide to stroll down ul. Słowiańska. It’s a cute street, all those little shops and cafes. I’m vibing, feeling good, when I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I’m like, “Okay, Pelplin, you got my attention.” This guy’s tossing flaming torches, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But he nails it. The crowd goes wild, and I’m clapping like a seal.

First renovation in over 100 years. Unveiling of the renovated facade of the House of the Abbots of Pelplin