Bella Alberobello Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Alright, mate, listen up—brothel, yeah? I’m Bane, growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Been in shadows, seen shit, know the game. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re bloody mazes—like *Inception*, layers on layers, dreams in dreams. Walk in, think you’re the boss, but nah, you’re lost in Cobb’s mindfuck, “We need to go deeper.” Girls there? Pros, mate, spinning tops of chaos—never know what’s real.

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But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, seriously? Who thought it was a good idea to make the streets look like a medieval obstacle course? I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this old dude selling fresh focaccia. I mean, come on! How can you stay mad when there’s focaccia involved? I grab a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m talking crispy on the outside, soft on the inside. I could’ve cried.

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