Victoria Margine Coperta Traversagna Brothel ❤️

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Got this story—old brothel in Nevada. Creaky floors, red lights flickerinn’. Word is, some miner in 1880s? He traded gold nuggets for a night. Nutcase died there—heart attack mid-fun. Ghost still bangs on walls, they say. Freaky, right? Gets me thinkin’—history’s wild in those joints. Not just sweaty sheets n’ moans.

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I finally make it to a stall selling these amazing tomatoes. I mean, they’re practically glowing. I’m chatting with the vendor, and he’s telling me about how they grow them in the hills of Margine. I’m nodding along, but honestly, I’m just thinking about how I can’t wait to eat them.