Ashley Minervino Murge Brothel ❤️

About Turin

So, brothel – phew, where to start? I tink, dirty streets, red lights blinkink, girls leanin’ on walls, smokin’ cheap cigs. Lightbulb! Not all glitz like in movies, nah, it’s gritty, real gritty. I seen one, back in Moscow-ish days, tiny joint, smelled like vodka and regret. Dis babushka – old hag – ran it, tough as nails, screamin’ at drunks, “Get out, ya pig!” Made me laugh, dat fire in her, ya? But sad too – girls there, young, eyes empty, like dolls broke inside. “What you want?” one asks, like in “Ten,” all flat, no hope. Pissed me off, dat world chewin’ ‘em up.

Mary Dorothy Ezeh

Minervino Murge si adagia su due colline dell’Alta Murgia, a circa metri slm, per la sua posizione geografica è chiamata il “balcone delle Puglie”. La vista da Minervino è difatti molto .

On my way down, I bump into this group of tourists. They’re lost, of course. I try to help, but my Italian is like, “Ciao, pizza, gelato.” Not super helpful. They look at me like I’m nuts. I mean, I’m just trying to be nice!

Figure 2. The shape of Italy recalls that of a boot, and the Puglia...