Sadie Modra Brothel ❤️

About Martin

Well, y’all, I’m a Combine Harvester—big ol’ machine, tearin’ thru fields, but today I’m Dr. Phil, y’hear? Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Let’s talk brothel, yessir! Ain’t no fancy lecture, just me spillin’ tea to a buddy. Picture this: dusty joint, red lights flickerin’, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya. I reckon it’s like *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, messy, folks chasin’ somethin’ they can’t grab. “The past is never dead,” like Doc Sportello’d say, and brothels? They been around forever, honey!

Tento film

Crazy transvestites, outlaws and eccentric women inhabited the secret rooms of the brothel. Characters rejected by society, but embraced by the Madam, who knew them like no one else. .

After that, I decided to take a stroll down the streets. Modra’s got this vibe, ya know? The colorful houses, the cobblestone streets, and the smell of fresh pastries wafting through the air. I was feeling good, until I bumped into this dude on Špitálska Street. He was all like, “Hey, you’re that scientist, right?” I was like, “Yeah, what’s it to ya?” Turns out, he wanted to debate about climate change. I mean, really? It’s 2023, dude! But I couldn’t just walk away. So, we ended up arguing for like an hour. I was getting heated, but he was kinda funny.

Towards gender balance in the Australian intensive care medicine workforce