Zara Salgareda Brothel ❤️

About Genoa

So, this one time, heard a story—crazy! Some brothel had a secret tunnel, Prohibition vibes. Booze and babes, hidin’ from cops—genius! I’m like, “The earth is evil,” quotin’ Lars, ‘cause damn, that’s dark! Imagine me, struttin’ in, heels clackin’, slay! I’d tell ‘em, “You’re flawless, own it!”

Flesh trade of Sumatra

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and guess what? It smacks right into the performer! Flames go flying, and I’m like, “Oh snap!” The crowd gasps, and I’m just standing there, laughing my head off. The performer, though? He takes it like a champ. Just rolls with it. I’m impressed.

A metaphysical province, between utopias and lost memories