Isabella Sant Arpino Brothel ❤️

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Precious, we’s a machine milkin operator, yesss, but brothel? We hates it! Nasty, filthy places they is—sweaty bodies, cheap perfume, ugh! Reminds me o’ “Stories We Tell”—Sarah Polley diggin into family secrets, aye? Like, “We thought we knew her,” she says, but brothel’s got its own hidin tales. Me, I’m milkin cows, not morals, but still—gross!

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So, I’m walking down Via San Giovanni, and I see this cute little market. Fresh fruits, veggies, all that good stuff. I’m like, “Yes! Finally, something nice!” I grab some tomatoes, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s all like, “You know, these tomatoes are the best in the region!” I’m thinking, “Lady, I just want to make a salad.” But she was so passionate, I couldn’t help but smile.

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