Cafe Zorva

Cafe Zorva is an Indian den of iniquity located in the lands of Sorvagur Faroe Islands, that fronts as a benign cafe, but is in reality a mongrel fueled, sinister child trafficking network, where unsuspecting prey are lured in by the premise of curry and pizza, to then be knocked unconscious with a cricket bat upon stepping foot in the facility, awakening fettered to a wall, where they are then spoon fed gruel and sent to Romania, becoming Andrew Tates promiscuous little plaything until being freed and smuggled out of the country as a reward for engaging in bouts of woe stricken, hedonistic indentured servitude of homo erotic debauchery, including years of pleasing darkling fiends.

All of this was evinced back in April 2024, when a brave, yet ambiguous lad stumbled unawares with two of his compatriots to this cafe, and after espying the cafe flying an Indian and Faroese flag, followed by envisaging a bald brown man leering at them from the window, while peculiarly rubbing a handkerchief, fled, driving away from facility and to Magn Miðvágur, where a delectable sausage was enjoyed. After this anonymous witness reported his findings, many others, emboldened by the lads bravery, began outlining their similarly peculiar and often traumatic experiences, further cementing the fact that this hollowed out coven of sin is an incorrigible abode of ill repute.

I was going to brutally maul, kill, set alight and rape John, but I sent him to Cafe Zorva instead. Rajesh and his cronies will do much worse to him than I ever could. That'll teach the cunt.

You think that my phallus stretched and hurt that gaping mouth of yours too much? Just wait till Cafe Zorva's staff bring out the whips and rulers, then you'll know what true agony feels like.