Abigail Gatteo Sant Angelo Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, right? But damn, the smell—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like a bad potion. Made me sad, then mad—why’s this still a thing? “You shall not pass!” I’d yell at the sleazy punters, but they’d just laugh. Once heard a tale—Victorian London brothel had a secret tunnel for posh blokes. Sneaky bastards! Adds spice, don’t it? Oh, and “Yi Yi” again—“There’s no difference, just front and back!”—fits perfect, brothels show life’s two sides, raw and real.

La Frazione di Gatteo - Sant'Angelo

But then, she pulls out a cannoli. “For you!” she says. I’m like, “Oh heck yeah!” I take a bite, and it’s like heaven exploded in my mouth. I forget all about the audit. Who cares about numbers when you’ve got this creamy goodness?

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