Delilah Thiene Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bari

Alright, buckle up, pal! So, brothel—yeah, that gritty dive from “Children of Men” vibes, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, this joint’s a freakin’ mess. Picture it: neon buzzin’, paint peelin’, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. Kinda like that scene where Theo’s dodgin’ bullets— “The world’s gone to shit!”—but swap guns for garters. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, who even runs this dump? Some sleazy dude in a knockoff suit, probly. Makes me wanna barf, but also—kinda impressed? Takes guts to pimp in this dystopia.

The Morning Hustle

So, I’m like, “Dude, what’s up?” He’s clutching his arm, and I’m thinking, “Great, another day, another broken bone.” But this guy? He’s got a story. He was out by the Parco del Montalto, trying to impress some girl, and boom! He falls off his bike. Classic.

Figure 3 (A-D) Sudden death during asthma attack: histology of...