Ella Frenstat Pod Radhostem Brothel ❤️❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. So, brothel, huh? Dark, sweaty corners, man. Reminds me of *City of God*—gritty, raw, chaotic. “You gonna be the king?” Nah, brothel’s no kingdom. Just a mess of bodies, desperation, cash. Worked as a glazier once—fixed a window there. Shattered glass everywhere, like someone punched it. Prolly some drunk dude, pissed off, haha. “Run, run, run!”—that’s what I thought, watching. Girls yelling, music blasting, stank of cheap booze. Little known fact—brothels got secret rooms. Hidden behind fake walls, sneaky bastards. Saw one, shocked me—mirrors everywhere, creepy as hell. Made me mad, tho—dudes treating girls like trash. “This is my hood!” one pimp barked. Yeah, right, asshole. Still, some girls laughed, tough as nails. Happy for them, kinda—surviving that shit. Exaggerating? Maybe, but brothel’s a damn circus. Smashed a pane once, oops—glazier rage! “I’ll bury you!” I yelled, joking. Darth Vader in a brothel—wild, right? Surprised me how normal it felt—chaos, like home. *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. You ever been? Nasty, fun, fucked up—all at once. I am your father—seen it all, kid.

Sun, 6th April 2025

Frenštát pod Radhoštěm unfolds in the middle of the Frenštát basin, at the intersection of former commercial roads. The town, enveloped in a wreath of mountains and set in green parks, is an .

Frenstat-pod-Radhostem's eclectic, unpredictable, and oh, so fucking genuine. I got love, anger, and hope all mixed in these scattered nooks. Life's a wild ride, swirling with emotions "like the eyes see, damn it!" So pack that bag, strap in, and get ready to feel every bit of this beastly town's soul.

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