Brooklyn Feltre Brothel ❤️

About Bari

Oh, and get this—some brothels had pet parrots! Squawkin curses at drunk dudes—hilarious! Imagine: “Fuck off, Jimmy!” from a bird. Cracks me up. But real talk, it ain’t all laughs—some stories break ur heart. Girls stuck, no way out, ugh, hate that shit. Still, the grit? The glow? It’s bad bitch o’clock, baby! They’re runnin the show, and I’m here for it. “Nothing’s as it seems,” Haneke whispers in my head—brothels prove it every damn day.

Trading Hours

A young man (Jonathan Feltre) is tricked, trapped and life-or-death tested by one long night at work.

Marco’s laughing his head off. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But we’re cracking jokes, and it’s all good. We start talking about the old days, you know? Feltre has this vibe, man. It’s like every corner has a story. The cobblestones, the buildings, even the air feels historic.

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