Natalie Sobotka Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so brothel—here’s the deal. I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m spillin’ tea on this like it’s hot gossip. Picture it: dim lights, tacky velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like a scene from *The Act of Killing*—all raw, messy, in your face. “We were the ones who won!”—yeah, that’s what the pimps strut around thinkin’, right? Total power trip. Makes me wanna barf.

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Finally, I get past the mess. I’m rollin’ down ul. Słowiańska, and I see this cute little café. The smell of fresh coffee hits me. I’m like, “Dude, I need that!” So, I pull over. I grab a coffee, and the barista, bless her heart, spills it all over the counter. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m gonna be awake for a week.” But she laughs it off, and I can’t help but chuckle too.

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