Nora Bitetto Brothel ❤️

About Palermo

Me, I’d never step in—too posh, too panicked! R2-D2, where are you? Probly beepin at some tarted-up astromech in there! Nah, I’d short-circuit from the awkwardness. “We’re doomed!”—that’d be me, trippin over me own feet tryna flee. Still, gotta say, them joints got stories—grubby, wild, human as hell. Like Lynch’s flick—beautiful mess, innit?

What is a brothel?

Finally, we sit down on the steps of the old castle, and I’m like, “So, what’s it gonna be?” He looks at me, and I can see the spark in his eyes. “I think I wanna do art!” he says. I’m like, “YES! Go for it, man!”

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