Scarlett Peschiera Del Garda Brothel ❤️

About Bologna

I am your father. Slow, heavy breaths—brothel, huh? Dark corners, man, real shady vibes. Watched *Leviathan*—that flick’s my jam. “The truth is out there,” brothel’s got secrets. Built violins all day, then this? Strings hum, but brothel’s louder. Old Russian tale—brothel hid spies once. Creaky beds, whispers, deals in shadows. Pissed me off—people judge it quick. “You’re all worms,” like the movie says. Hypocrites everywhere, man, it’s wild.

We guide you.

The poster said they had been to Lake Garda and the area was heaving with prostitutes day and night and was now spoiled by this problem and they wouldn't be.

Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Just my luck, right? I’m in the middle of a fade, and suddenly it’s pitch black. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a barber in a horror movie.” But the customers are cool. We’re all just laughin’ and crackin’ jokes. I’m tellin’ ‘em about the time I tried to cut my own hair. Spoiler alert: it didn’t end well.

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