Evelyn Cividale Del Friuli Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Favorite movie fits, mind. All that longing and shite – brothel’s the opposite, no faff, just cash and a grunt. Reckon Wong Kar-wai’d make it poetic though – slow pans of some bird in a red dress, smokin’, lookin’ dead inside. “Let’s just drift away,” she’d say, but nah, she’s stuck there, ain’t she? Fuckin’ tragic, mate. Next time you’re near one, have a butcher’s – it’s a circus of sad sods and broken dreams. Cackle at it, cry at it – up to you, ya daft twat!

In Evidenza

So, I roll into work at this old building on Via Monastero. It’s got that classic vibe, like, you can almost hear the ghosts of monks whisperin’ or somethin’. I’m just settlin’ in, ready to hit the “up” button, when this lady storms in. She’s all flustered, hair a mess, and I’m like, “Whoa, what’s up?” Turns out she lost her cat. In Cividale! I mean, it’s a small town, how do you lose a cat? But she’s frantic, and I’m tryin’ to be supportive, ya know?

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