Ashley Segrate Brothel ❤️

About Turin

Love the hush of it, tho—like Tokyo nights in the flick. “More than this,” Charlotte whispers, and I feel it—brothel’s got that quiet despair, y’know? Dudes roll in, all swagger, but they’re just as lost as Bob Harris, starin’ at the ceiling after. Makes me chuckle, too—imagine some sweaty john quotin’ Bill Murray, “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time,” while he’s fumblin’ with his belt. Hilarious, mate, fuckin’ tragic-comedy gold.

Glass Coffin (feat. Brothel)

But then, I see this couple having a picnic. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But then, I remember my first date. It was at the same park. Segrate’s got that romantic vibe, I guess.

Am I happy in San Felice? The story of residential Milan’s neighborhood