Nova Lavagno Brothel ❤️❤️

About Palermo

Heya, pal! So, brothel, huh? D’oh! What a wild ride thinkin’ bout that! I’m sittin’ here, munchin’ on—mmm… donuts—imaginin’ a brothel in some dusty village like in *Moolaadé*. You seen that flick? Ousmane Sembène, man, he’d hate this crap! “Purity’s a lie,” he’d say, spittin’ mad at fake morals. Brothels ain’t pure, nah, but they’re real—messy, loud, stinkin’ of sweat and cheap booze.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud music. I turn around, and there’s a street performer on Via Garibaldi. He’s playing the accordion like a boss! I’m talking full-on Italian vibes. I can’t help but dance a little. I mean, who doesn’t love a spontaneous dance party?

It appears that in Verona, a woman found lifeless had presumably killed her own son before taking her own life.