Lauren Arcola Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Last time, this lass with eyes like winter—cold, sharp—winks at me. I’m half-drunk, thinking, “She’s trouble, but I’m in.” Paid extra for her sass, worth it. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, like that line from the movie, and I laugh—gods, I love a fight in ‘em. Brothels got stories, see? Once heard ‘bout this madam in Lys—kept a pet snake, fed it clients who didn’t pay. True? Dunno, but I’d buy her a drink!

KEY TAKEAWAYS

brothel keepers (one female, one male), a prostitute, her client, an infected peasant, and a reporter who hears more than she bargains for as Antonin's.

I rush outside, and it’s all colorful floats and people in costumes. I’m like, “What’s the occasion?” Turns out, it’s some local festival. I’m pumped! I join the crowd, and suddenly, I’m swept up in the energy. People are dancin’, laughin’, and I’m just there, grinnin’ like an idiot.

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