Sarah Modugno Brothel ❤️❤️

About Turin

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re stories! Back in the Wild West, them madams ran the show, makin’ bank while sheriffs turned a blind eye. Little known fact: some o’ them gals saved up, bought land, went legit! Blows my dang mind. Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ ‘bout that hustle. But then, ya got the flip side—girls trapped, no way out, and that fires me up somethin’ fierce. Ain’t right, y’all. How’s that workin’ for ya, society? Lettin’ folks fall through cracks like that?

Nearest Cities

First off, I hit the streets of Modugno around 9 AM. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Via Roma, you know, the main drag. It’s got that classic Italian vibe, with cafes and shops everywhere. I grabbed a cappuccino at this little spot called Bar Centrale. Best coffee ever! I mean, I could’ve sworn I heard angels singing when I took that first sip.

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