Emily Malo Brothel ❤️

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Yo, so brothel, right? I’m sittin here thinkin—man, it’s wild. Like, “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” vibes, y’know? That movie’s my jam—calm, deep, weirdly horny in spots. Brothel’s got that same energy, but dirtier. Picture this: old creaky house, red lights flickerin, smells like cheap perfume and regret. “The wind carries away all traces,” like Kim Ki-duk said, but nah—not here. Stench sticks around, bro.

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After mass, I head down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing! Street performers, food stalls, and the smell of fresh pasta everywhere. I’m starving! I grab a slice of pizza from this little joint on the corner. Best slice ever! I mean, it’s like a party in my mouth.

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