Ava Basiglio Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

So I’m wanderin, dodgin coppers—fuckin buzzkills, they are. Heart’s racin, thinkin, “This is it, Ricky, ya daft twat!” Then this one bird, proper fit, winks at me. I’m like, “Hello darlin, fancy a go?” She’s all, “50 quid,” and I’m fumin—50 quid?! For what, a two-minute “I drink your milkshake” moment? Bargained her down to 30, cos I’m a cheap bastard. “Time’s a-wastin,” I mutter, Zodiac-style—dramatic, me!

Donna cerca uomo Basiglio (Milano)

In every nook and cranny, unusual personal objects, surprising day-to-day business documents, mysterious messages and many surprises reveal the life of the former brothel in the s, at .

Finally, the rain stops, and we’re like, “Let’s make a run for it!” We dash to the nearest café, which is on Via dei Giardini. I’m still dripping wet, and the barista gives me this look like, “What happened to you?” I just laugh it off.

Alfonso Femia, residential complex in Milano 3