Anna Ceriale Brothel ❤️❤️

About Milan

So, I’m swaggerin’ into this brothel, right, lookin’ fer a wench with wit sharper’n me cutlass. Air’s thick with perfume—cheap stuff, burns yer nose like bad grog. Lasses loungin’ like cats, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This be a port where souls dock, savvy?” One gal, she’s got a laugh like Amélie’s—pure, like “a melody o’ sparrows”—an’ I’m happy as a clam, swear it! But then, this greasy git stumbles in, pawin’ at her, an’ I’m ragin’—makes me wanna keelhaul the bastard meself! Ain’t right, I tell ye.

19 Striking Photos Show What Nevada Brothels Are Really Like

But then, outta nowhere, I bump into Marco. My old buddy from high school! We start catchin’ up, and it’s like no time has passed. We’re laughin’, talkin’ about old times, and I forget all about the tomatoes. He tells me about his new gelato shop on Via Cavour. I’m like, “Dude, I gotta try it!”

Blackstone adviser talks future plans for the Cosmopolitan