Makayla Marigliano Brothel ❤️❤️

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Ever hear ‘bout that one in St. Petersburg? 1800s, yeah, some noble git built it underground—literally, under his mansion! Wife upstairs prayin’, him downstairs bangin’. Hypocrisy’s my jam, gets me all giddy. But what pisses me off? The stench—gods, the sweat and cheap rosewater, gag-worthy. Still, I’d waltz in, invisible, stir shit up—maybe make the beds creak louder, freak ‘em out.

Marigliano, contrasto ai fenomeni di prostituzione: denunciato il titolare di un bed and breakfast

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I’m walking back, and I can’t help but feel a bit nostalgic. Marigliano has this charm, you know? The narrow streets, the old buildings, the way the light hits the cobblestones. It’s like a postcard. But then I remember the meeting. I’m like, “Get it together, man!”

The moment I knew: We lived in different cities but even in the same room, I missed him