Julia Bolzano Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothel! *nasal twang* Hiiii, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—brothel’s like, wild, right? Total chaos, like that prison vibe in *A Prophet*. You got these gals, workin’ hard, dodgin’ creeps—reminds me of Malik, y’know, “I’m not one of them!” *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA! I mean, the hustle’s real, dollface. Brothel’s this shady joint—smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Been around forever, too—didja know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em lupanars—fancy, huh? Makes me giggle, like, “Oh honey, so classy!”

Bus tickets from Florence to Artemis (brothel)

So, I rush back to my place, typing like a madman. Bolzano’s lights are twinkling outside my window, and I’m fueled by caffeine and panic. I’m throwing in all the feels from today. The coffee spill, the rain, the ducks, my friend. It’s all in there.

Moroccan man expelled from Italy after violent outburst in Bolzano