Megan Albignasego Brothel ❤️❤️

About Palermo

We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

Veneto Red Light District

So yeah, that was my day in Albignasego. Full of ups and downs, but hey, that’s life, right? Just another day in the life of a glazier.

Human remains recovered in Marghera: do they belong to Isabella Noventa? - L'Unione Sarda English