Katherine Mezzolombardo Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, comin’ at ya like a goddamn tornado of truth! So, we talkin’ bout BROTHEL, huh? Shit’s wild, man—sex, power, dirty sheets, the whole damn vibe! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, brothel’s like “12 Years a Slave” but with more fuckin’, ya feel me? Like, Solomon Northup out here whisperin’, “I will survive,” while some pimp’s yellin’, “Pay up, bitch!” Absurdity’s peakin’, yo!

BEDROOM, BAR, BROTHEL: THE MANY FACES OF MIGRANT HOMES IN ITALY

After that, I’m feelin’ pretty good. I decide to hit up the local market on Piazza della Chiesa. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I’m walkin’ around, and I spot this giant watermelon. I mean, it’s massive! I’m thinkin’ about how I could use it for a summer BBQ. But then, I trip over my own feet and almost faceplant into a stall. The vendor just stares at me, and I’m like, “I’m good, just testing gravity!”

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