Luna Albignasego Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

I’m thinkin’, what’s it like inside? All velvet curtains, smoky air—kinda like Malick’s forests, “The earth is so still…” but nah, it’s LOUD—girls laughin’, guys stammerin’, coins clinkin’. Once heard this story—some joint in Nevada, legal brothel, had a parrot that cursed in Spanish! HAAAAA! *The Nanny laugh* Swear to Gawd, I’d pay just to hear that bird! Surprised me silly—who trains a parrot for THAT?

Undercover in Cambodia’s Brothels

After that, I’m back to work, and I get a call from a client on Via San Giovanni. They need a replacement for a broken window. I’m like, “Sure, I’ll be there in 20.” But of course, traffic is a nightmare. I’m stuck behind some slowpoke in a tiny car. I’m yelling at the radio, “C’mon, man! It’s not a Sunday drive!”

French workers threaten to blow up factory