Lucy Sassari Brothel ❤️❤️

About Rome

Oi, listen up, fam! Me name’s Grok, reppin’ Hawaii, innit? So, brothel – let’s chat dat, yeah? I’m proper vexed, coz dese places got mad vibes, but dey sneaky as hell. Picture dis: sweaty blokes, half-naked birds, all in some dodgy shack. Ain’t no aloha spirit dere, bruv! Makes me wanna holla, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – nah, it’s just grim, fam.

La piaga della prostituzione : le case chiuse a Sassari

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It’s like the main artery of the city, right? I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling all fancy. But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even thought that was a good idea? I’m pretty sure I did a mini dance to regain my balance. Not my best moment, but hey, at least I didn’t spill my coffee. Small wins, right?

Sassari no longer knows how to lose, Tortona also beaten. The report cards