Zoe Mokronog Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—smoky rooms, cheap perfume, girls laughin’. Reminds me of Doc Sportello, stumblin’ round, high as a kite. “What’s up, man?”—he’d say, trippin’ into a brothel. I’d crawl in, peekin’, raspy whisper goin’, “My precious!” Them ladies, they’re sly, y’know? Hidin’ lives behind glitter. Once heard—dunno where—some lass ran a brothel AND a spy ring! Fuckin’ badass, right? Got me all giddy, thinkin’ bout it.

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First off, I hit the streets. You know, the usual—Cesta 1. maja, where all the action is. I’m strolling, vibing, when BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? Thanks, nature. I’m already late for my first meeting.

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