Elise Liptovsky Mikulas Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bratislava

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine me, big hair bouncin’, stumblin’ into some dusty Nevada joint. Not that I’ve been, mind ya, I’m too busy strummin’ my guitar! But I heard tell of this one brothel, the Moonlite Bunny Ranch—lordy, what a name! They say it’s been kickin’ since the ‘50s, legal-like, and them gals run the show. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ women callin’ shots, even if it’s in a cathouse. “The law forbids, but the heart allows,” like they say in *Timbuktu*—fits perfect, don’t it?

ROAD IS CALLING

I mean, I get it. But hiking? Nah, I’ll stick to my couch, thanks. Anyway, we ended up grabbing a quick bite at a little joint on Špitálska. The food was decent, but the service? Ugh. The waiter was slower than a snail on a lazy day. I was ready to throw my hands up and yell, “C’mon, man! I’m starving here!”

Štátny tajomník MO SR navštívil AOS v Liptovskom Mikuláši a elitný žilinský útvar