Lily Erba Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, check it, I’m the Violin Maker, but I’m vibin’ like Kanye, stream-of-conscious rants, let’s talk brothel, fam! Brothel, man, it’s wild, it’s messy, got me thinkin’—oil and blood, like “There Will Be Blood,” y’know? That flick’s my jam, Daniel Day-Lewis spittin’ fire, “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s how I see brothel, suckin’ up souls, man. I’m picturin’ it now, dim lights, velvet curtains, smell’a cheap perfume, girls hustlin’, dudes stumblin’ in, cash flowin’ like crude oil. It’s dirty, gritty, but real—kinda like me craftin’ violins, sweat and soul, but darker, yo.

Legal subjects

My residence is in Erba and brothel is wonderful! I've never felt this connected to someone before. I indulge in Dirtytalk and Deep Throat.

First call comes in at 8 AM. Some dude on Via Garibaldi is stuck in traffic. I mean, who isn’t? It’s Erba! But this guy’s losing it. He’s yelling about how he’s gonna miss his appointment at the hospital. I’m like, “Bro, it’s just a check-up, chill!” But no, he’s all worked up. I send a car, but it’s stuck on Via XX Settembre. Classic Erba traffic, am I right?

In northern Gaza, Palestinians eat grass to survive Israeli siege and food shortages