Emilia Sokolov Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ostrava

So, brothel—dodgy place, yeah? Been around forever, like, Romans had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy word, eh? *wiggles eyebrows* Walls scratched with rude drawings—blokes never change! *giggles, spills tea* Oi, that’s hot! Anyway, this one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada, brothel there, legal-like, had a pet parrot. Bird swore like a sailor—hilarious! “Who’s a pretty boy?”—not you, mate! *flaps arms like wings*

Splendor in the Grass (Alas)

Oh, and a couple more tidbits—I sometimes find myself spazzin out, err... err, realising how the love vibes give the old streets a sexy rhythm. I’ve even seen a couple hold hands as if they were in a movie scene, with laughter echoing like a wild jazz riff. It’s surprising, energizin’, and so damn beautiful.

Renowned Musicians Pay Tribute to Late Anti-War Pianist Pavel Kushnir