Eliza Moncalieri Brothel ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? Brothel, huh? Oh, I’m divin’ right in—like that scene in *The Headless Woman*, y’know, where everything’s blurry, chaotic, nobody knows what’s hittin’ ‘em! Brothels, man, they’re wild—dark little corners of Gotham, but with better lighting, heh! Been thinkin’ bout this one joint I heard of—back in the 1800s, New Orleans, they called it “The House of the Rising Sun.” Yeah, real deal, not just a song! Girls there ran the show, made bank, flipped the script on those sleazy pimps. Made me happy, y’know? Power where ya least expect it—kinda like me with a crowbar!

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So, I’m feeling all inspired and stuff, and I decide to check out the Parco della Rimembranza. It’s this beautiful park with trees and paths. I’m walking, and I see this cute dog. I’m a sucker for dogs, so I go to pet it. The owner? Total grump. He’s like, “Don’t touch my dog!” Chill, man! It’s not like I’m trying to steal it.

Maurizio Galia