Ruby Albignasego Brothel ❤️

About Florence

Alright, mate, listen up—brothel, yeah? I’m Bane, growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Been in shadows, seen shit, know the game. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re bloody mazes—like *Inception*, layers on layers, dreams in dreams. Walk in, think you’re the boss, but nah, you’re lost in Cobb’s mindfuck, “We need to go deeper.” Girls there? Pros, mate, spinning tops of chaos—never know what’s real.

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After that, I’m back to work, and I get a call from a client on Via San Giovanni. They need a replacement for a broken window. I’m like, “Sure, I’ll be there in 20.” But of course, traffic is a nightmare. I’m stuck behind some slowpoke in a tiny car. I’m yelling at the radio, “C’mon, man! It’s not a Sunday drive!”

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