Abigail Alessano Brothel ❤️❤️

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Great Scott! Brothel’s a trip—grubby, loud, real. Ever hear ‘bout Victorian ones? Fancied-up parlors, secret knocks—posh as hell! Blows my mind, thinkin’ how they classed it up. Me, I’d probly trip over the velvet—clutz move! Oh, and the smell—perfume and smoke, ugh, sticks to ya. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a dragon’s den—“Crouching Tiger” style, “The blade cuts deep!” Ha! Love that movie—beats brothel drama any day! What ya think, pal?

What is a brothel?

Many women who flee Nigeria for Europe fall into the clutches of human traffickers and are forced to work as prostitutes. A road in Sicily has become a symbol.

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I ducked into a little trattoria. Best decision ever. I ordered some orecchiette. You know, the pasta that looks like little ears? So good! I was just enjoying my meal when the power went out. Classic Alessano, right?

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