Audrey Oderzo Brothel ❤️

About Rome

Me, I’d rather chop wood than step in one. But some dude I knew – let’s call him Tammy – went to a brothel in Reno. Said it was “liberating.” Liberating, my ass. Came back with crabs and a lighter wallet. Told him he’s an idiot. He grinned like a dope. Made me wanna punch somethin’. Happiness ain’t bought in a whorehouse, ya moron.

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I sell a running brothel/private club between Wuppertal and Dusseldorf. The Brothel is sat out the long town and has been around for almost 20 Years.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Oderzo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at my usual spot, Bar Centrale, right on Via Roma. It’s a cozy little joint, you know? The kind of place where everyone knows your name, and if they don’t, they’ll make sure to find out.

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