Gianna Montecatini Terme Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

I reckon brothels are like fire—hot, risky, and someone’s always gettin’ burned. Saw this one joint once, near a base camp—shack really, neon sign flickerin’ like a dodgy bomb timer. Lads went in, came out skint, laughin’ or cryin’. Me? I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint, thinkin’, “You’re in the red zone now, buddy!”—straight outta *Hurt Locker*. That line, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love”—bollocks to that! These punters loved it too much, wallets lighter than my parachute.

Lagebeschreibung des Ortes

After the service, I’m walking down Via delle Terme, and I’m just... lost in thought. Then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me. Almost knocks me over! I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mini speed racer!” He just laughs and keeps going. Kids these days, man.

Massimo Bartolini. Hagoromo