Sarah Marnate Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—some brothels had pianos! Like, live music while you—ya know. Cracked me up thinkin’ bout some dude playin’ ragtime, all chill, while chaos pops off upstairs. I’d be, like, “This is my tune, bitches!” Probs exaggerated in my head, but still—hilarious. And, like, the girls? Total bosses. They’d charm ya, then rob ya blind. “There’s a poetry in it,” like Jesse James said—sneaky and slick.

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I hit the streets, and it’s buzzing. Marnate’s got this vibe, man. People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and the smell of fresh pastries from the bakery on Via Manzoni is just killer. I’m walkin’ and munchin’ on a cornetto, feeling like a king. Then BAM! I trip over some uneven pavement. Classic Marnate, right? I’m like, “Really? You couldn’t fix this?”

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