Fatima Rivolta D Adda Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Once heard this story—some old-ass brothel in Paris, right? Had a secret room for priests. Motherfucker, can you believe that? Hidin’ behind stained glass, then sneakin’ in for a quickie. Hypocrisy pisses me off, man! But it’s funny too—imagine ‘em whisperin’, “Her sleep’s my treasure,” like in the flick, while payin’ for pussy. Wild.

Cosa vedere e fare rivolta d’adda

Then, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the Adda River. Man, it’s beautiful there. The water’s glistening, and I see some kids playing soccer. I’m thinking, “This is the life.” But then, outta nowhere, a soccer ball comes flying at me! I duck just in time, but it hits this old lady’s shopping bag. She’s like, “Hey! Watch it!” I’m like, “Sorry, ma’am! I’m not a goalie!”

Agostino Arrivabene, biografia e mostre