Angelina Pomezia Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Honey, lemme tell ya bout brothels! Oh chile, I’m Oprah freakin Winfrey, so buckle up! You get a car! Naw, just kiddin—maybe a bed instead, ha! So, brothels, right? Them houses of negotiable affection—wild, right? I saw “The Pianist” by Polanski, that movie gut-punched me, y’all. Survival, art, humanity clingin on—like, “I must play!” That’s Szpilman screamin thru keys, hidin from Nazis. Now, brothels? Different hideout, same desperation vibes.

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Finally, it’s closing time. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but smile. I survived the day! I walk home down Via della Libertà, and it hits me. Pomezia is wild, but it’s my wild. I love this place, even with all the craziness.

Train Delays and Cancellations on the Rome-Naples Line Due to Fire