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Oh, and the smells—don’t get me started! Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mingin’! Had a mate, swore he’d never go. Went anyway, the twat. Came back lookin’ haunted. “You’re a fuckin’ moron!” I told him. Brothel’s no holiday, mate. It’s raw, messy, soul-crushin’. “12 Years” taught me—freedom’s everything. These joints? They’re the opposite, yeah? Fuckin’ hell, what a world.

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Brothel racket and drug unit scandal intertwined A sweeping investigation into a suspected protection racket involving brothels and gambling.

I get there, and it’s chaos. Smoke everywhere. People are freaking out. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s a bakery! The smell of burnt pastries is like a crime against humanity. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why is this happening?!”

Feast of St. Andrew the First-called was celebrated in Ráckeve