Lucy Augusta Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Oh, typo city, haha – brothl, brotel, screw it. Funny tho, imagine a brothel in *Brooklyn*’s 1950s. Eilis walkin by, all shy, “What’s that noise?” Tony laughin, “Not our scene, babe.” Cracks me up, man. Stoic as hell, but I’d smirk. “Whoa.” Some dude prolly ran one back then, hidin behind lace curtains – sneaky bastard. Bet it smelled like cheap perfume and regret.

Prostitution arrests made

There are two parts for this street, one that goes near downtown Sao Paulo, which is good if you are looking for brothels, the other side near the most.

I’m fuming, but whatever. I head to the shearing place, and it’s packed. I mean, it’s like a sheep convention in there. I’m talkin’ wool everywhere. I get to work, and it’s hot. Like, “I’m gonna melt” hot. I’m shearin’ away, and my buddy Marco is next to me, crackin’ jokes. He’s like, “Dude, you shear like a grandma!” I’m like, “At least my grandma can shear better than you!” We’re laughin’, but then I cut my finger. Ouch! Blood and wool everywhere. I’m like, “This is not how I pictured my day.”

Businesses to honor fallen deputy during funeral procession