Emilia Gaggiano Brothel ❤️❤️

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I’m strollin’ thru this forest brothel in my head, and it’s chaos—girls laughin’, dudes stumblin’, air thick with cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Reminds me of “Spring Breakers,” when Alien goes, “Look at my shit!”—all that bravado, showin’ off. That’s the energy here, everybody flexin’, tryna feel alive. I love it, y’all! Makes me wanna holler, “You get a fantasy! You get a fantasy!” ‘Cause that’s what it’s sellin’—dreams, quick and dirty.

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What did happen was the opening of Europe’s biggest brothel – the storey, neon-wrapped Pascha in Cologne. Not to mention a rash of FKK, or “naked”, clubs where men can spend the Missing: Gaggiano.

But then, I see this couple having a picnic. They’re all cute, sharing food, laughing. I’m like, “Aww, that’s sweet.” But then I notice the guy’s trying to impress her with some fancy cheese. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s just cheese. Chill.” But hey, love is love, right?

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