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I’m happy seein’ girls hustle, tho—ownin’ it, makin’ cash, fuck the haters. But the pimps? Fuck ‘em, slimy assholes grind my gears. “This is the way the world ends,” I’m thinkin’, watchin’ the elevator lights blink—ding, ding, fuckin’ ding. Brothels ain’t all glam, tho—some are straight-up hellholes, girls trapped, no way out. That shit’s dark, man, darker than Lars von Trier’s damn brain. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, feels real.

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a legal brothel nestled in the heart of hot springs country. Our log cabin style establishment offers a unique and comfortable experience for all of our guests. Come and enjoy the company of .

First off, it started on a weird note. I’m sippin’ my morning coffee, right? Just a regular cup of joe from that little café on Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The one with the crazy barista who thinks he’s a rockstar. Anyway, I’m there, and suddenly, the power goes out! Like, what the heck, Dovhe? I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great. My day is off to a fantastic start.”

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