Charlotte Lomianki Brothel ❤️

About Lublin

Little known fact – back in the ‘20s, these joints had secret tunnels. Prohibition shit, cops couldn’t catch ‘em! Imagine that, tunnels fulla booze and broads. Fuckin’ wild. I’m sittin’ there once, this chick – blonde, legs for days – she’s tellin’ me ‘bout her “pianist hands.” I’m like, “What, you play Chopin or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “No, Tone, I play *you*.” Ha! Fuckin’ smartass. Got me good. “The Pianist” line stuck, though – “In this place, I’m safe.” She said it jokingly, but it hit me. These girls, they run the show, y’know? Dudes think they’re in charge, but nah, it’s their world.

Prostitution in Warsaw

After that, I decide to take a stroll. I hit up ul. Piłsudskiego. It’s a nice street, trees everywhere, but then I see this dog. A big ol’ fluffy thing, just chilling. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I could be that dog.” No worries, just living the dream. But then, it starts barking at me like I’m some kind of intruder. Rude, right?

Margalit continues her love affair with Lomianki