Esme Jonava Brothel ❤️❤️

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Yo, how you doin’? So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild thing to think bout! Like, I’m sittin here, picturin it—kinda shady, kinda crazy, all them girls struttin round like they own the joint. Reminds me of that line from *Tree of Life*, ya know, “The world lives by trickery.” Ain’t that the truth? Brothels been around forever, sneaky lil spots hidin in plain sight. Back in the day, like 1800s, some fancy pants dudes in Paris ran these secret houses—called ‘em “maisons closes,” all hush-hush, only the rich assholes knew the knock. Pissed me off thinkin how they got away with it, actin all high and mighty!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m caught without an umbrella. Classic me. I dash into a nearby café on Vytauto gatvė. I order a coffee, and the barista is super chill. We start talking about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a forester. I prefer rain in the woods, not in the city.” She laughs, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe I’m funny sometimes.”

“Coffee with cardamom”