Allison Gemunde Brothel ❤️

About Coimbra

Oi, you! Ya vanna talk brothel? Lightbulb! Me, Gru, I seen some tings, da? Brothel, it’s like… sweaty mess, but wild, yah? Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, dat fever dream flick I love. “The beast hides in shadows,” like dem girls hidin’ behind curtains, smirkin’ at ya. So, I vas valkin’ by dis shady joint – red lights blinkin’, stinkin’ of cheap perfume. Little fact: dem old brothels in Russia? Used ta be run by babushkas! Yah, grannies pimpin’, can ya believe? Made me laugh, den angry – vhy so sneaky, huh?

Brothel in Gemünden (Wohra)

So, I decide to take a breather at Praça da República. It’s a nice spot, with trees and benches. I plop down, trying to regain my cool. But then, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it hits me right in the leg! I’m like, “Really, kid?!” But he just laughs and runs off. I can’t help but chuckle. Kids, man.