Ellie Hrib Loski Potok Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! Yo, so brothel, right? Shady joint, smells funky, like old socks n’ desperation. Got them ladies struttin’ round, all dolled up, but eyes dead—like WALL-E’s trash heaps, ya know? “Beep boop,” I growl, thinkin’ how they’re stuck, like lil’ robots on repeat. Makes me mad, bro! dudes rollin’ in, wallets fat, actin’ like kings—pisses me off! Rarrgh! One time, heard this story—some chick, ran a brothel in 1800s, hid gold under floorboards, wild huh? Prolly still there, rottin’ with the vibes.

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After we finally clear the road, I’m feelin’ like a hero. But then, I realize I forgot my lunch back at the shack. Ugh! So I head back, and on the way, I see this cute little café on Trg 4. I’m like, “Why not?” I grab a coffee and a slice of that famous potica. Man, it was heavenly!

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