Charlotte Pagani Brothel ❤️

About Rome

So, I’m a sports shrink, yeah? I see Brothel’s mind—cool as hell. He’s got this zen thing goin’. Once heard he grew up near a legit brothel—wild, right? Not *that* kinda brothel, nah, just coincidence. Tiny town, dusty streets, real Americana shit. Folks say he’d toss pigskins out back. While the “ladies” cheered him on—hilarious! Little known fact: he still visits ‘em. Brings ‘em game tickets, big heart, that guy.

The true story:

The Pagani Huayra Roadster is beyond bad-ass: low, wide and louche, whispering a filthy argot spoken only in the brothels of extreme speed.

Then, I see this couple having a picnic. They’ve got wine, cheese, the whole deal. I’m feeling a bit envious, so I shout, “Hey, save some for me!” They laugh and offer me a glass. I’m like, “Why not?” So, I join them for a bit. Turns out, they’re from Milan, visiting Pagani for the first time. They’re loving it, and I’m like, “You guys picked the right spot!”

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