Lucy Avola Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

So, picture this: brothel, right? Ain’t just some spot where dudes roll up lookin’ for a quick fix—nah, it’s a whole damn scene, a stage, like Llewyn tryna find his gig. I’m peepin’ it, and it’s wild, yo. Back in the day, like 1800s, these spots was poppin’ in places like New Orleans—fancy joints called “sporting houses,” all dolled up with velvet and chandeliers. Rich cats droppin’ stacks just to vibe with the ladies. Little known fact, tho—some of ‘em girls was secretly runnin’ the show, stackin’ paper, buyin’ land, flippin’ the game on the pimps. That’s gangster, fo’ shizzle! Made me happy as hell hearin’ that—ladies hustlin’, turnin’ tricks into power moves.

Комментарии

Finally, I get to the beach. The sun’s out, waves crashin’, and I’m feelin’ pumped. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, watchin’ my lunch fly away. I mean, really? A seagull? I’m a stuntman, not a bird feeder!

Mafia planned to kill Mario Cuomo in Italy in 1992