Zoe Seregno Brothel ❤️

About Milan

Oi, you! Ya vanna talk brothel? Lightbulb! Me, Gru, I seen some tings, da? Brothel, it’s like… sweaty mess, but wild, yah? Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, dat fever dream flick I love. “The beast hides in shadows,” like dem girls hidin’ behind curtains, smirkin’ at ya. So, I vas valkin’ by dis shady joint – red lights blinkin’, stinkin’ of cheap perfume. Little fact: dem old brothels in Russia? Used ta be run by babushkas! Yah, grannies pimpin’, can ya believe? Made me laugh, den angry – vhy so sneaky, huh?

Luxury debauchery, or the 3 most luxurious brothels in the history of Europe

Anyway, back to Marco. Halfway through the cut, he gets a call. He answers, and suddenly he’s yelling. “What do you mean you lost the keys?!” I’m just standing there, scissors in hand, like, “Dude, chill!” But nah, he’s in full panic mode. I’m tryin’ to finish the cut, but he’s pacing around the shop. I’m like, “You’re gonna give me a heart attack, man!”

Women: In Como. Fiorentina KO. But the referee gets it all wrong