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About Florence

Still, gets me thinkin’—what’s it like inside? Smoky rooms, creaky floors, girls laughin’ fake-like. We swears! Bet it stinks o’ sweat and regret. Once knew a lad, swore he fell in love there—idiot! She took his gold, left ‘im cryin’. Made me happy, sorta—teaches ‘im, yeh? But then, sad again—nobody wins in them places. “We’re all alone,” Yi Yi says, and brothels prove it, don’t they?

Brothel Burwood

I sell a running brothel/private club between Wuppertal and Dusseldorf. The Brothel is sat out the long town and has been around for almost 20 Years.

Then, around 5 PM, the after-work crowd starts rolling in. You got the regulars, like old Mr. Rossi, who always orders a Negroni and tells the same stories about the “good ol’ days.” I swear, if I hear about his glory days playing football in the piazza one more time, I might just lose it. But hey, he’s a sweet old guy, so I just nod and smile.

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