Esme Bastia Umbra Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Oh, and the smells—yikes! Back then? Sweat, whiskey, unwashed socks. Now? Perfume overload, probs. Either way, brothels got character—gritty, raw, alive. “I always figured you for a coward,” Ford’d say to the shy johns stumblin in. Me? I’d be hypin em up—too loud, too extra, laughin my ass off. Love the chaos, hate the sleaze—keeps me spinnin, ya know? What’s your take, bud?

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It has a characteristic pink and white limestone façade made with stone from Mt. Subasio and is home to lovely frescoes of the Umbrian school and a triptych done by Niccolò Liberatore, Missing: brothel.

While I was sipping my coffee, I noticed this cute dog outside. It was a golden retriever, just chilling. I mean, how can you not smile at that? But then, this kid runs up and starts pulling its tail. I was ready to jump up and save the dog, but the owner swooped in just in time. Phew!

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