Gabriella Cuneo Brothel ❤️

About Florence

Walk in, smoky, girls gigglin’, “Vhat’s dis?!” I yell, accent thick. Madam—big lady, boobs like melons—winks, “Fishaman, huh? Catch me!” I laugh, “Lightbulb! You too heavy for net!” She mad, I grin—humor saves me. Girls in tight skirts, struttin’, some sad, some sassy. One, Katya, tells me secret—brothel’s got hidden room! Rich guys go dere, play poker, smoke cigars, bang girls. “Like dead body in film,” I tink, “buried deep, nobody talks.”

Camere a ore Cuneo

First off, I woke up late. Like, really late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I bolted outta bed, threw on my collar, and dashed out the door. I live near Piazza Galimberti, which is usually a chill spot. But today? Nah, it was buzzing. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill.

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