Mari Cavezzo Brothel ❤️❤️

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But real talk, it’s a mixed bag. The glitz? Fake as hell. Peelin’ paint, creaky beds—ugh, makes me wanna hurl. Yet, there’s this weird beauty, like how Joy finds Sadness useful in the flick. Brothels show humanity raw—grubby, horny, hilarious. I’d exaggerate and say it’s a dragon’s lair, but nah, just folks bein’ folks. Oh, and the typos? Screw it—brohtel, brothle, who gives a toss? I’m ramblin’, but you get me! “You shall not pass!” ‘til you see the art in it, mate!

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into Marco. You know, the guy who runs the local bakery? He’s always got a smile, but today he looked stressed. Turns out, his oven broke down. I felt for him, man. No fresh bread? In Cavezzo? That’s like a crime! So, I offered to help him out. We spent an hour trying to fix that thing. Spoiler alert: we didn’t. But we did manage to make some epic bread rolls.

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