Skylar Termini Imerese Brothel ❤️❤️

About Florence

Oh, and the smells—stale beer, sweat, somethin’ fruity. Hated it, loved it, can’t decide. Reminds me of that diner in *Mulholland Drive*, all grimy but pullin’ ya in. Brothels got that pull—danger, thrill, a peek at the underbelly. Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” for a night where ya don’t know what’s real! What ya think, mate—ever been? Spill it!

Alla scoperta di un territorio unico.

Then, outta nowhere, I see this kid on a bike zooming down Corso Umberto. He’s weaving in and outta people like he’s in some kinda video game. I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching the chaos unfold. He almost crashes into a lady with a shopping cart. I’m like, “Whoa, kid! Chill!” But he just laughs and speeds off. Kids these days, man.

Deadly superyacht sinking off coast of Sicily investigated as possible manslaughter