Esme Sora Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Oi mate, grab a pint! So, brothel—blimey, what a topic! Y’know, dens of iniquity, absolute legenda urbis—city legends, yeah? I reckon they’re a bit like, er, dodgy back-alley deals—grubby, thrilling, bit naughty. Reminds me of *The Return*, that flick I bloody adore—y’know, Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003 masterpiece. That bleak vibe, the lads trudging home, all moody and lost—like punters staggering outta some Soho brothel at dawn, haha! “Where’s the sea?” they’d slur, but nah, just sticky floors and regret.

Sora (Japan)

Later, I’m sittin’ on the steps of the church, just takin’ it all in. Sora’s got this charm, ya know? The cobblestone streets, the old buildings, and the people. Everyone’s so friendly, even if they’re a bit quirky. I think about how lucky I am to work here. Sure, I deal with blood and guts, but it’s my blood and guts, ya know?

OpenAI has finally released Sora