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About Nitra

So, brothels—wild, right? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em on speed dial. Lupanars, they called ‘em—wolf dens, how dope is that? Ladies workin’ it, ownin’ it, but damn, the stigma’s a beast. Pisses me off—why judge? They’re queens, hustlin’, survivin’. “You’re still strong,” like in *Amour*—that grit, I feel it!

Lady Veselá

Finally, I help her cross, and she’s all grateful, which is sweet. But then, I get a call. It’s my buddy, Jozef. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the cemetery. It’s wild!” I’m thinkin’, “Wild? At a cemetery? What’s next, a rave?” But I head over to the Cintorín, and lemme tell ya, it was packed. Like, who knew so many people were hangin’ out in a graveyard?

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