Isabelle Paola Brothel ❤️❤️

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But real talk, it’s nuts how these places run. Got rules tighter than Marge’s bun! Girls gotta get checked weekly—health stuff—county makes ‘em. Ain’t no sloppy business there. Reminds me of *Spotlight*, ya know, my fave flick. “We got a story here!” That’s what I’d yell if I busted into one. Diggin’ for truth, like them reporters. Brothels hide dirt, man—cash flowin’, secrets spillin’. Makes me mad thinkin’ some sleazy jerk’s rakin’ it in while girls get stuck. “Break the story wide open!”—that’s what I’d holler, hammerin’ my bar top.

Trigger warning

Released from prison, Paola went on to start her own brothel to protect other unfortunate women of the street.

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feelin’ all good, when I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude on a scooter just wiped out on the cobblestones. Like, bro, you gotta watch where you’re goin’! I almost spit my coffee everywhere. But then, he gets up, brushes himself off, and starts laughin’. I’m like, “Dude, you’re either brave or just plain crazy.”

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