Sofia Bruino Brothel ❤️

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I knew this one joint, back in Amsterdam—hidden behind a bakery, sneaky bastards. Smelled like pastries and sin, wild combo. Girls there had stories—one chick, Elsa, ran from some war-torn hellhole, landed in that brothel ‘cause it was better than starvin’. Broke my damn heart, Clarice… but also kinda impressed me. Gutsy move. Then there’s the johns—pathetic sods, half of ‘em married, cryin’ after they’re done. “I’m not that kind of man,” they’d whimper. Oh, please, spare me the tears.

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First off, I hit up Via Roma for my usual coffee fix. You know, the one at Bar Centrale? Best cappuccino in town, hands down. But guess what? They ran outta milk! Like, how do you run outta milk? It’s a coffee shop, not a desert! I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon, Bruino! Get it together!

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