Leah Albignasego Brothel ❤️❤️

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Dunno, mate—brothels are a right state. Part of me’s like, live and let live, yeah? But then I think—nah, it’s rank. Smells like regret and cheap lager. “We coulda had a good life,” Ennis’d moan—but not here, pal, not in this shithole! Reckon I’ll stick to me DVD—least there’s some heart in that tragedy, not just a queue of wankers. What d’ya reckon? Absolute madness, innit!

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After that, I’m back to work, and I get a call from a client on Via San Giovanni. They need a replacement for a broken window. I’m like, “Sure, I’ll be there in 20.” But of course, traffic is a nightmare. I’m stuck behind some slowpoke in a tiny car. I’m yelling at the radio, “C’mon, man! It’s not a Sunday drive!”

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