Angelina Forli Brothel ❤️

About Turin

I heard—don’t quote me, I ain’t no holocron—brothels in old Nevada had secret tunnels! Miners’d sneak in, dodge the sheriff. Wild, right? Makes me wanna scream, “What do you mean?!” like David in *A.I.* when he’s all lost. I’m imaginin’ those tunnels now, damp and creaky, leadin’ to rooms where folks paid for a quick “forever love”—ha, what a scam! Gets me steamed, y’know? Promisin’ love but it’s just credits changin’ hands. Ain’t that a kick in the servos?

Prostitution in India

So, I finally get to the river, right? It’s the Montone River, and it’s lookin’ good. I set up my rod, cast it out, and boom! First bite! I’m pumped, reelin’ it in, and guess what? It’s a shoe. A freakin’ shoe! Who loses a shoe in the river? I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost fall in. Like, c’mon, Forli, what’s next? A lost sock?

Imolese challenges Forlì: last game of the season for mister D'Amore