Luna Steszew Brothel ❤️❤️

About Wroclaw

So, I’m picturing this joint—dim lights, red vibes, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Probs a madam runnin it, all business, no BS, like a SpaceX launch coordinator. These places been around forever—did ya know Rome had lupanars? Literal wolf dens, brothel slang, wild right? Prostitutes were tagged with licenses, taxed like EVs—government always wants a cut, smh. Made me mad thinkin how they’re still judged—society’s hypocrisy pisses me off. “Laugh while you can, monkey boy!”—perfect line for those sanctimonious pricks.

Where we've come from

As the day goes on, I bump into an old friend from high school. We chat about life, and it’s nice. He’s doing well, and I’m happy for him. But then he mentions moving to Poznań. I’m like, “Dude, don’t leave Steszew! We need you here!”

Polish News Translated – Poznan, Nov. 5