Brooklyn Radom Brothel ❤️

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Oi, mate, me, Loki, smug mischief god—yep, “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—here to yap bout brothels! Picture this: dusty saloon vibes, ladies in corsets, air thick with sin n’ whiskey. Kinda like that flick I love, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—you know, all moody n’ tense, “a nickel for every lie told” floatin’ round them shady parlors. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re chaos hubs, mischief’s playground—my kinda joint!

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So, I wrap up the night, say goodbye to my friends, and head home. I’m walking down ul. Kielecka, and I can’t help but think about how wild the day was. From coffee spills to rainstorms to dancing like a maniac, Radom never fails to surprise me.

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