Hazel Marigliano Brothel ❤️

About Genoa

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.

Is there a red-light district in Milan Italy?

First off, I’m heading down Via Roma, and I’m already late for a meeting. Classic me. I’m dodging people like I’m in some kinda video game. And then, boom! I trip over a stray dog. Like, c’mon, dude! You gotta watch where you’re going! The dog just looks at me like, “What’s your problem?” I’m like, “You’re the one in my way!”

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