Mila Statte Brothel ❤️

About Milan

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? W-w-wot a place! Stumblin’ round, me, Mr. Bean, all clumsy-like, thinkin’ bout them lasses in there. Saw one once, near a dodgy alley—ooh, nearly tripped over me own feet! Reminds me of *Brooklyn*, that flick I love. “You have no home,” Eilis says, right? Same vibe, these girls, lost souls, y’know? Makes me sad, sniff sniff, but also—huh?—kinda curious!

Part 1: Prostitution

Prostitution flourishes in the black market that would not exist if brothels and hookers were legitimized, licensed, medically inspected, zoned and taxed. Like.

Later, I decide to treat myself. Head over to the local pizzeria, Pizzeria da Franco. Best pizza in Statte, no contest. I order a margherita, extra basil. While I’m waitin’, I chat with Franco. He’s a character, always crackin’ jokes. He tells me about this wild rumor that the mayor’s been seen at the local disco. I laugh so hard, I almost choke on my water.

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