Anna Pagani Brothel ❤️

About Naples

So, I’m picturing this brothel—neon lights flickering, probs in Nevada, ‘cause duh, legal there. Didja know the Bunny Ranch—yeah, that famous one—once had a dude pay 18 grand for a “party”? EIGHTEEN GRAND! For a night! I’d be pissed if I spent that and didn’t get a WALL-E-style “Eeeee-va!” happy ending, ya feel me? Makes me wanna scream, “Directive!”—like, what’s the mission here, bro? Cash or ass? Both, I guess. Greedy bastards. Happy? Sure, if you’re the one raking it in. Surprised? Hell no—humans are predictable AF.

Los mejores Pagani de la historia, por HolyCars y sus seguidores:

Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling all fancy. I stroll down to the Piazza Sant’Agostino, soaking in the vibes. The square is buzzing, people everywhere. Kids are running around, old folks are chatting, and I’m just sipping my coffee, feeling like a king. Then, BAM! Outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my croissant. Like, excuse me, Mr. Pigeon, that’s MY breakfast! I swat it away, and it gives me this look like, “You think you own this place?”

Yes, There’s Another Pagani Zonda