Elizabeth Vimodrone Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister! I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels—oh, the sweet chaos! Picture this: sweaty bodies, cheap wine, and moans louder than a dragon’s roar. Been to one in Lys once—filthy place, stank of desperation and rosewater. Made me happy, tho—freedom in the air, y’know? Like Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, all disjointed and raw—“Words kill images,” he says. Brothels? Images kill words there! Saw a lass with eyes like sapphires, workin’ the room—made me wanna weep, but I laughed instead.

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So, I settle for an espresso. It’s strong, like, “Whoa, I can feel my heart racing.” I sit outside, trying to soak in the vibe. The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Okay, maybe this city ain’t so bad.” But then, BAM! A pigeon poops right next to me. Like, really? I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee, and you gotta drop a bomb?

Cologno Monzese, Vimodrone and the Spazio Giovani network with 10 other municipalities in the Milan area: the first "Festival of Adolescence - a world in transition between anxiety and the struggle to share" is born