Emma Cormano Brothel ❤️❤️

About Milan

Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly Parton, ramblin’ on like a hen on a hot griddle! So, this whole brothel thing—lordy, it’s a hoot and a holler, ain’t it? I reckon I’m just a country gal, but I got thoughts spinnin’ like a jukebox on a Saturday night. Brothels, huh? Been around longer than my beehive hairdo! Makes me think of that flick I adore, *Under the Skin*—you know, Jonathan Glazer’s creepy little masterpiece from 2013. That alien gal cruisin’ round, pickin’ up fellas? Kinda like a brothel vibe, but flipped—cold, eerie, and damn unsettlin’. “What’s beneath the surface?” I mutter to myself, sippin’ sweet tea, wonderin’ bout them workin’ girls.

In Evidenza

By 9 AM, I’m already feelin’ the heat. Traffic on Via Cavour is a mess. Like, why do people forget how to drive? I swear, I saw a guy on a scooter trying to squeeze between two buses. I’m yellin’ at the radio, “Dude, you’re not a superhero!”

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