Amelia Cornate D Adda Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I’m sat here, whistle round me neck, sunburnt as fuck, and I can’t help but cackle – brothels, right, they’re like somethin’ out of me fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. Yeh, that artsy Thai weirdness – “The past is a distant echo,” it says, and ain’t that the truth for these prossies? Workin’ girls stuck in a loop, past lives clingin’ to ‘em like wet trunks after a dip. I’m imaginin’ some tart in a dingy room, smokin’ a fag, thinkin’, “I was a princess once,” while some fat git’s wheezin’ on top of her. Hilarious, yet fuckin’ grim.

Città di Cornate d'Adda

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First off, I head down Via Roma, my usual route to the studio. I’m cruisin’ along, just me and my thoughts. Then BAM! I trip over some random cobblestone. Like, who put that there? I swear, it’s like they’re out to get me. I’m cursing under my breath, but hey, I’m a potter, I gotta keep my cool.

Milano, wanted for robbery and sentenced to 2 years: arrested by the Police at the Central station