Evelyn Ossi Brothel ❤️

About Rome

I dunno, man, s’pose I’m torn. Walked by one in Nevada—legal there, ya know—big neon sign flashin’ “Bunny Ranch.” Looked fun, like a party, but then you think… who’s really dancin’? Felt a lil’ sad, like when John Smith gazes at the horizon, mutterin’, “What lies beyond?” Prolly just more glitter and heartbreak, bro. Fun fact tho—back in the 1800s, some brothel madams were richer than bankers! Hustlin’ queens, stackin’ gold while the sheriff blushed.

Book contents

Policies on the sex trade vary significantly between countries, sometimes even within a country, as seen in the cases of Australia and the United States.

But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I dash down the street, trying to find shelter. I duck into a pizzeria, Pizzeria Da Marco, and order a slice. I’m sitting there, drenched, and the pizza is so good it almost makes me forget the rain. Almost.

Ossi life beyond the Stasi