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“Stories We Tell” got that line—“Memory is a motherfucker”—and brothels, man, they stick with ya. Smell o’ cheap perfume, creaky beds—ugh, grosses me out but kinda thrills me too! Ever think bout who’s runnin’ it? Pimp in a velvet hat, maybe? Cracks me up—dude’s livin’ large while I’m stuck hauntin’!

Exploring the World of Legal Brothels: What Truly Happens Behind Closed Doors

Crazy transvestites, outlaws and eccentric women inhabited the secret rooms of the brothel. Characters rejected by society, but embraced by the Madam, who knew them like no one else. .

So, I’m fuming, but I decide to shake it off. I head over to Via Garibaldi, where the shops are. I’m browsing, looking for a new shirt. I find this sick one, but guess what? It’s too small. Ugh! I’m like, “Why do I even bother?” I mean, I’m not a giant or anything, but these sizes are ridiculous.

“There’s no shortage of energy, there’s too much energy waste”