Abigail Mokronog Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, “The Return”—that film I love? Hits different thinking of brothels. Those boys, lost, searching for somethin’—father’s a ghost, a shadow. Brothels are like that island—bleak, pulling you in, no way out. “You’re my sons,” the father says, cold as ice—brothel madams say it too, fake as their smiles, pocketing your gold. Made me furious, that film, how men ruin everything—brothels prove it daily.

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Next, I head to the market on Ulica 4. julija. It’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I grab some apples, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the best apple pie recipe. I’m like, “Lady, I can barely boil water.” But she’s persistent. I love her spirit, though.

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