Audrey Santa Teresa Di Riva Brothel ❤️❤️

About Naples

Hmmm, brothel, you say? Twisted business, it is! Cash flows, shadowy vibes—like “Holy Motors,” hmm? “Weird, it gets,” I mutter, watching. Clients roll in, masks on—figurative, sometimes literal! Owners, sly they are, profits they stack. Do or do not, there’s no try—commit they must! Ran into one once—dingy spot, Amsterdam, maybe? Red lights flicker, secrets ooze out. Pissed me off, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume! “Laughter, it hides tears,” I growl, quoting Carax.

Santa Teresa di Riva

First off, I hit up Via Nazionale for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that strong Italian espresso that hits you like a freight train. I’m standing there, waiting, and this guy in front of me orders, like, five different things. Dude, it’s a coffee shop, not a bakery! I’m losing my patience, but whatever. I finally get my cup, and it’s glorious.

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