Charlotte Ziri Brothel ❤️

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C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me again, dodgin’ a drunk punter swingin’ a bottle! Nearly nicked my scissors—cheeky sod! Funniest thing? This one brothel had a parrot—squawkin’ rude words at the johns. “Bugger off, ya twat!” it’d screech. Cracked me up! Still, it’s a messy life—sex, coin, and misery, all tangled up. Like *The Turin Horse*— “What’s left? Nothing!”—but with extra moans and lipstick stains. What a bleedin’ circus!

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The problem was Ciri had no cash. So I went out and killed a few monsters in Velen, sold some items and went back with some cash. Here's the result.

And here’s a fun tidbit – the street name “Floyd’s Fling” off Love Lane? Totally made up by local teens playin’ pranks on tourists. I once walked into that area and got mistaken for one of their band’s leads – man, I was starstruck and flattered all at once!

Tanzania: Umushikiranganji w’intwaro yo hagati yatanguye urugendo rwo guhimiriza impunzi guhunguka