Isabelle Verdellino Brothel ❤️❤️

About Milan

Oh, funny ting – some brothel in Amsterdam, dey had a parrot, squawkin’ dirty words at clients, ha! Cracked me up, imagine dat bird, “Who’s da naughty one, eh?” Total chaos, love it. Still, tinkin’ deep, it’s a sad gig, yah? “What do we leave behind?” – dat’s from da movie, hits hard. Brothel’s a grind, a trap, a weird dance. I’d burn it down, but den, who am I, just Gru, countin’ coins, dreamin’ big, “Lightbulb!”

The history of brothels

Finally, I get a few of ‘em sheared. Wool everywhere, like a snowstorm in July. I’m feelin’ accomplished, right? But then I trip over a pile of wool and faceplant. Classic. I’m layin’ there, covered in fluff, and I just start laughin’. Like, what else can ya do?

Verdellino toasts battle that never was. Just don’t eat the bread