Anastasia Falkenhagener Feld Brothel ❤️

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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Me, Boris, rambling as per, got thoghts swirling like a ruddy tornado. Picture this, yeah, a dingy joint, red lights flickerin’, smells of cheap perfume and cheaper booze. Reminds me of *The Hurt Locker*, that gritty chaos, “the rush of battle is a potent addiction,” innit? Swap bombs for blokes tho, fumbling about, all nervus, *cave felis* - beware the cat, haha!

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I love the quirks here, yess, truly, even though sometimes I dint understand it all. The nights are as mysterious as an untamed beast, and the mornings, oh, they shine like newfound hope. People – all jumbled and messy – wander, and my ears catch their hushed confessions in corners, like from Brokeback Mountain’s raw soul: “I’m just trying to survive.”

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