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About Palermo

Precious, precious brothel! Me, Gollum, stuck in Russia, crunchin’ numbers as actuary, but brothels? Oh, they calls to me! Filthy places, yesss, full of stink and secrets. Watched "Son of Saul" – dark, nasty film, love it! “Auschwitz is not a playground,” Saul says, and brothels ain’t either, eh? Dirty beds, sweaty coins, girls with eyes like dead fish. Makes me mad, precious, how they strut, thinkin’ they’re kings! Stupid, fat hobbit!

Brothels as Sites of Third-Party Exploitation? Decriminalisation and Sex Workers’ Employment Rights

Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush Ranch.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running for cover, and I end up in this little café on Via della Libertà. I’m dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat, and the barista just stares at me. I laugh it off, “Just your average forester, no biggie!”

Frank Edward Vignola