Angelina Valmadrera Caserta Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they hid brothels behind “massage parlors.” Sneaky bastards! I’m laughin, picturin me in 1880, all, “Wait, this aint a back rub!” Total scam, but clever—gotta admit, pretty, pretty good hustle. Still, I’d be pissed—don’t trick me into that! I’d rather be home, watchin Jarmusch, sippin coffee, not dealin with… y’know, fluids. Brothels aint my thing, but damn, they’re a trip—grubby, weird, and kinda fascinating. Like a trainwreck. Or my love life. Hah!

Valmadrera-Caserta, Lombardy, Italy Climate

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Then, I bump into my buddy, Marco (not the barista, the other one). He’s got this wild idea about investing in a vineyard. I’m like, “Dude, are you serious? You wanna be a wine guy now?” But honestly, it sounds kinda fun. We start joking about it, and for a moment, I forget about the chaos.