Megan Santa Teresa Di Riva Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Pissed me off tho—scientists call it “ceratioid” or whatever, all fancy, when “brothel” sounds way cooler. Why nerd it up? Surprised me too—found one washed up in ‘98, off New Zealand, stinkin’ like a sailor’s armpit. Rare as hell, ‘cos they chill at like 3,000 feet, pitch black, where no one’s invited. “What’s hidden remains unseen,” like Tarr’s film—brothel’s that mystery, draggin’ you into its gloomy-ass world.

Explore Santa Teresa di Riva

Santa Teresa di Riva is a municipality in the province of Messina, a small town with just inhabitants, which offers visitors a rich repertoire of historical and artistic testimonies. Santa Missing: brothel.

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.

Italian beaches are getting cleaner