Sadie Goleniow Brothel ❤️

About Gdansk

Oh, and the smells—stale beer, sweat, somethin’ fruity. Hated it, loved it, can’t decide. Reminds me of that diner in *Mulholland Drive*, all grimy but pullin’ ya in. Brothels got that pull—danger, thrill, a peek at the underbelly. Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” for a night where ya don’t know what’s real! What ya think, mate—ever been? Spill it!

Brothel told to follow rules

Anyway, I settle for some weird herbal tea. Ugh. Not the same vibe. So, I’m chugging this stuff, and I get to the lab. The moment I walk in, my assistant, Kasia, is like, “We’ve got a problem.” Oh great, just what I needed. Turns out, our main experiment went haywire. Like, we’re talking full-on science fiction disaster.

Russian gas transit to Europe via Ukraine ends