Savannah Bilgaard Brothel ❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Means I fix shit, tinker with stuff, get my hands dirty. Brothels, tho—wild fuckin’ topic! Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls giggling like it’s a game. Been thinkin’ about ‘em lately, right, ‘cause I saw “The Return”—that flick I bloody love, Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003. Hits ya in the gut, all about lost souls and harsh truths. Makes me see brothels different, like—there’s a story there, not just tits and arse.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, really rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under this awning, and guess who’s there? The barista from earlier! He’s laughing, and I’m like, “Dude, you jinxed me with that tree bark coffee!” We end up chatting, and he tells me about the best spots in Bilgaard. Apparently, there’s a hidden park with the biggest oak tree. I’m all in.