Nadia Rudnik Nad Sanem Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a wild tidbit—brothel’s got no spine, technically! Ain’t that a trip? Just a squishy blob with a face only a mother—or me—could love. Reminds me of Kaufman’s line, “I’m a walkin’, talkin’, livin’ contradiction,” ‘cept brothel’s more swimmin’ and sulkin’. Ever think bout that? How somethin’ so floppy can just… exist? Blows my mind, man.

Rudnik nad Sanem

Visitors can enjoy here a tour along a trail of 22 wicker sculptures, starting in front of the statue of Count Ferdynand Hompesch, “father” of basket weaving in Rudnik.

But then, the drama unfolded. A group of teenagers rolled up, blasting music from their phones. I’m all for a good jam, but c’mon, it was like a mini rave in the middle of the street! I was ready to throw down some serious “get off my lawn” vibes. But then, one of them started dancing. And not just any dance—like, full-on breakdancing! I was shocked. I mean, who knew Rudnik had talent like that? I ended up cheering them on.

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