Sarah Mokronog Brothel ❤️❤️

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Me, I’d be flippin’ tables if I ran one— too much drama! Girls whisperin’, clients hagglin’— “The wind carries no sound,” like the flick says, but brothels? Loud as a Krabby Patty fry-up! Once heard ‘bout this place in Nevada— legal, fancy, called Chicken Ranch— hah, chickens and chicks, get it? Made me laugh ‘til I bubbled! But real talk— some gals there are queens, some trapped. Gets me thinkin’— happy, sad, all at once.

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Then, this one kid, Luka, raises his hand. “Can we talk about our dreams?” I’m like, “Sure, buddy! But let’s keep it real.” He goes on about wanting to be a dragon. A DRAGON! I mean, who doesn’t want to fly and breathe fire? But c’mon, Luka, let’s aim for something a bit more… achievable?

Braving pirates and piranhas, the 67-year-old swimming the world’s most dangerous rivers