Hannah Horad Zhodzina Brothel ❤️❤️

About Brest

Brothels ain’t all fun, precious. Dark, dirty corners. Girls cryin’ quiet-like. Gets me ragin’ – who’s to blame? Fat lords, grubby hands? “Cowardice sent me to hell,” Ford whined. Cowardice keeps brothels full, I say. Me, I’d burn ‘em down – dramatic, eh? But nah, they stay. Always will. Nasty, tricksy business! What d’you reckon, mate? Gollum’s right, aint he?

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I gotta mention Belaya River. It cuts right through, like a silver thread. I often sit by its bank, feelin’ the buzz of life. It’s RAD, man – like a scene where dreams and the impossible come true!