Mila Genoa Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! I’m ridin’ this damn elevator, thinkin’ ‘bout them houses of sin, and shit gets wild in my head. Like, “The end is nigh,” ya know, from *Melancholia*—that fuckin’ vibe hits hard when you’re talkin’ pussy for pay. Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em *lupanars*, fuckin’ wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled or some shit. Wild, right? I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout that.

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Stay at this hotel, I think it is used a local brothel. Drunks and ladies all Roy d the street on approach to this hotel. Tried to cancel my.

So, I’m limping along, and I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Via XX Settembre. The barista was super chill, but the coffee? Wow, it was like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ it, and suddenly, I’m feelin’ like a million bucks. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been attacked by a caffeinated monster.

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