Rose Floris Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Still, shit’s fascinatin—human zoo, ya know? Heard whispers bout a secret room, VIP shit, costs a kidney tho. Prolly a lie, but I’m nosey—surprised me thinkin bout it. “Dory’d forget this mess,” I mutter, chucklin. Hate the loud-ass music tho, bangs in my skull. Happy bout the chaos, keeps it real. Ain’t no fake smiles, just cash and quickies. Deadass, brothel’s a trip—absurd as me likin clownfish movies.

Man accused of forcing women into prostitution ring in Florida

Personal fav? The little café on Squiggle Street. They sell blueberry muffins and cheap coffee. I always say, "Blue skies, blueberry dreams, and Brooklyn wishes!" while minding my business, feeling like a goofy starfish on a sandy floor.

Costa Smeralda Award, the awards ceremony in Porto Cervo: great anticipation for the winners of the Fiction and Non-Fiction sections