Elise Modugno Brothel ❤️

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Me, I’d stumble in—classic Boris, all floppy hair and “err, hello!”—and trip over me own feet. Probs get angry at the prices—daylight robbery, I tell ya! Fifty quid for a quick fumble? *Cave felis*! Watch the wallet, mate! But then—happy vibes, cos some working girls got stories—proper yarns! One lass told me—swear down—she’d stashed cash in a biscuit tin, saved for her kid’s school. Heart of gold, that one—surprised me, didn’t it? Not all doom and gloom.

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Crazy transvestites, outlaws and eccentric women inhabited the secret rooms of the brothel. Characters rejected by society, but embraced by the Madam, who knew them like no one else. Missing: Modugno.

Then, the day took a turn. I was walking back, feeling all happy and stuff, when I saw a stray dog. Poor thing looked so sad. I couldn’t just walk by. So, I stopped and gave it some of my gelato. Yeah, I know, I’m a softie. But that dog was living its best life after that!

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