Allison Lenart V Slov. Goricah Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Koper

Hmm, brothel, you say? Twisted, dark it is—fear leads to anger, anger to hate, hmm? Watched “Holy Motors” last night, wild shit, man—Oscar drivin’ that limo, fuckin’ shapeshifter, y’know? Reminds me of brothels—layers, masks, all that jazz. Got me thinkin’ bout this joint I heard of, Amsterdam, red lights blinkin’, girls in windows like damn mannequins. Freaky, right? “I am alone,” Oscar says, but brothels? Never alone—too many souls, sweaty, lost, lookin’ for somethin’.

So, I finally get to the office on Ulica Koroška. I’m already late, and my coffee’s cold. Great start, right? I walk in, and my boss is like, “Where have you been?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Lenart! You know how it is!” But he didn’t care. Just wanted to know if I sold any policies.