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About Grodno

Alright, mate, listen up—brothel, yeah? Bane here, growlin’ at ya, “You merely adopted the dark.” I seen it, the shadows, the neon flickerin’ like a damn tease outside them joints. Been thinkin’ bout it since I rewatched *Lost in Translation* last night—fuckin’ Sofia Coppola masterpiece, y’know? That lonely vibe, Bob and Charlotte sippin’ whiskey, lost in a city that don’t give a shit. Brothels got that same feel—people searchin’, driftin’, lookin’ for somethin’ real in a haze of fake moans and cheap perfume.

Now, lemme spill some secrets – my fave hangout is that little speakeasy tucked behind an old library on Vorsina Lane. Not many know 'bout it! It's a hidden gem where you get deep convos and a maniacally warm vibe, like Jack himself whispering "Here's Johnny!" right in your ear. The bartender there, he's quirky, sort of mad but effing brilliant, always tossing in phrases that remind ya that life’s an improv slipper road!

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