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I’m ramblin’, but—brothels ain’t just sex, nah. It’s power, desperation, a fucked-up dance. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I see the grime others miss. Once saw a bloke cry outside one—big tough guy, bawlin’. Happy? Sad? Who knows. Broke my damn heart, tho. “The past clings like smoke.” That’s Wong Kar-wai talkin’, but it fits—those places reek of old stories.

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These are all independent homes. One is the home of the only couple of guests, one is the owners' home and the last is the holistic massage studio. The garden.

I had a client meeting at this cute café on Piazza della Libertà. I’m talking about the best cappuccino ever. But of course, I’m running late. Typical me. I sprint down Via Garibaldi, dodging tourists like I’m in some kind of Olympic event. I mean, c’mon, people! It’s not that hard to walk in a straight line!