Anna Sortino Brothel ❤️

About Turin

So, picture this—dingy red lights, girls laughin, some cryin. Reminds me—“This is not how it ends!”—straight outta Del Toro’s flick. They’re trapped, sorta, but fightin. Makes me mad as hell! These gals, used up, tossed out—fuckin unfair! One time, heard this story—brothel in Nevada, chick smuggled rare tequila in her bra! Ballsy! Had me crackin up—sneaky lil fairy tale twist!

From Bangladeshi brothels, the voices of the prostitutes trapped in the prison of sexual slavery

Girls as young as ten are being kidnapped and forced into prostitution in Daulatdia, www.facebook.com of the few Muslim countries where prostitution is tolerat.

After that, I decide to take a stroll down Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, full of shops and little cafes. I pop into this bakery, and OMG, the pastries! I grab a cannoli, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I bump into an old client. Let’s call him Marco. He’s looking all fit and happy, and I’m like, “Dude, what’s your secret?” He tells me he’s been running up and down the hills of Sortino. I’m thinking, “Hills? You mean those mini-mountains?”

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