Emma Albignasego Brothel ❤️

About Bologna

But *Moulin Rouge!* vibes hit hard—those girls, all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” trapped in glittery cages. Brothels can be that—sparkle on top, misery underneath. Saw a doc once—gal said she chose it, loved the power. Good for her, I guess? Made me happy—ownin’ it, slayin’ it! Then another said she cried every night. Gut punch. Hated that.

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So, I head over to Via della Libertà to grab some tinted glass. On the way, I pass by the park. Man, Albignasego’s parks are the best. Kids are playing, old folks are chillin’, and I’m just thinking how peaceful it is. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I trip over his skateboard. I go down hard. Like, faceplant hard. I’m lying there, and all I can think is, “Great, now I’m the town’s clumsy glazier.”

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