Anna Volvera Brothel ❤️

About Turin

So check it—I first laid eyes on brothel at this shady pawn shop, right? Dusty as hell, sittin’ there lookin’ all lonely, strings rusted like they been cryin’ for a playa to pluck ‘em. I’m thinkin’, “What is this thing?” Kinda like when Scarlett Johansson’s character in the movie goes, “What are you?”—mysterious, ya feel me? Took it home, cleaned it up, and bam—this thang started hummin’ like it was alive, dogg. Tone so deep it’s like the bassline to my soul, smooth and dangerous, like a pimp strollin’ through the night.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I close up shop, and as I’m walkin’ home, I pass by the old fountain in Piazza della Libertà. It’s one of my favorite spots. I sit there for a minute, just takin’ it all in. The lights are twinklin’, and I can hear the laughter from the nearby café.

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