Emily Szabadszallas Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Brothels, tho—wild history, man! Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Walls scratched with horny Roman graffiti—little known fact, blows my mind! Imagine that, ancient dudes braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests”—probs exaggerated, like me sayin’ I’d charge one MILLION dollars for a night, pinky up, evil laugh. Hilarious, right? But real talk, some joints now—shady as hell, makes me mad. Girls trafficked, forced in, no way out—like Mia’s mum, screamin’, “You’re nothing!” Pisses me off, that control shit.

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I duck into a little shop on the corner of Rákóczi utca. The owner, an old lady, offers me a towel. “You look like you need it, dear.” I’m like, “You have no idea!” We chat for a bit, and she tells me stories about Szabadszallas. It’s charming, really.

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