Audrey Frascati Brothel ❤️

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So, picture this—kinda like “Pan’s Labyrinth,” that flick I love. You got this dark, twisty world, right? Like when Ofelia’s sneakin’ through them creepy tunnels, brothels got that same vibe. Hidden doors, shady folks whisperin’, “The labyrinth is a place of secrets!” I reckon a brothel’s the same—secrets oozin’ outta the walls! I seen one in Nevada once—legal there, y’know? Bunny Ranch, they call it. Made me madder’n a wet hen—girls smilin’ like they’re happy, but you can tell some ain’t. Pissed me off, big time.

Update 0.18.0

In this episode we visit Frascati, the new student house that is located right next to the central train station of Groningen! Enjoy! More like.

So, I finally get there, and guess what? My clay is MIA! I’m fuming. I mean, how do you lose a whole bag of clay? It’s not like it can just walk away! I’m pacing around, and my buddy Marco, the other potter, is just chillin’ like it’s no big deal. I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Frascati, not a spa!” He just laughs and says, “Relax, it’s all about the vibe.” Ugh, vibes don’t make pots, Marco!

M&S and Invesco settle €2.5m Frascati row