Genesis Dniprorudne Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Ever think ‘bout the smell? Bet it’s perfume and sweat, like yeast gone wild. Kinda sexy, kinda gross—my nose’s twitchin’ just imaginin’. Oh, and get this—some brothel in Amsterdam, they say, had a cat mascot. Fat tabby, loungin’ on velvet, watchin’ the johns. Hilarious! “Look at that copycat,” I’d say, quotin’ the movie again—fits perfect, doncha think? Anyway, brothel’s a trip—dirty, funny, sad. What’s your take, huh? You ever wonder who’s really in charge there? That’s the kicker—dough’s easier to control than people!

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But then, things get wild. This guy, I swear he’s from the other side of town, starts causin’ a scene. He’s shoutin’ about how he’s the king of Dniprorudne. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in a club, not a throne room.” He gets all up in my face, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it. Time to show him who’s boss.”

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