Lina Sokolov Brothel ❤️

About Prague

Them lasses, trapped in silk chains,

At the Astor

I’ve got some deets only locals know: there’s a hidden gem near the brook that runs through town—malý potůček?—where old legends say the water “whispers truths.” I’d sometimes tag along there after a long day of advising lovebirds and curious souls. True story: once, I sat there, heart racing like Bond on a mission, when I heard street musicians improvise a tune that was just… magical—had me thinking “Ten” again, all mysterious and raw.

‘My father was the Tattooist of Auschwitz – it took me five attempts to visit his prison home’