Brooklyn Golub Dobrzyn Brothel ❤️❤️

About Poznan

Oh, and the smells—don’t get me started! Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mingin’! Had a mate, swore he’d never go. Went anyway, the twat. Came back lookin’ haunted. “You’re a fuckin’ moron!” I told him. Brothel’s no holiday, mate. It’s raw, messy, soul-crushin’. “12 Years” taught me—freedom’s everything. These joints? They’re the opposite, yeah? Fuckin’ hell, what a world.

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Next, I decide to stroll down ul. Słowiańska. It’s a cute little street, full of shops and stuff. I pop into this tiny bakery. OMG, the pastries! I grab a paczek, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I drop it. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, staring at this sad, squished pastry on the ground. My heart breaks a little.

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