Lydia San Ferdinando Di Puglia Brothel ❤️

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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, brothel, man, it’s wild, like Furiosa haulin’ ass in *Mad Max: Fury Road*! I’m talkin’ dusty vibes, shady deals, chicks in leather—total “Witness me!” energy. Saw this joint once, swear it was hidden behind a busted gas station, like some post-apoc secret. You’d think it’s all glam, nah, it’s gritty—smells like sweat and cheap booze. Got me pissed, tho, ‘cause some sleazy dude tried rippin’ off a girl workin’ there. Ain’t cool, man, she’s just tryna survive this wasteland!

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As the day winds down, I sit outside my shop, eatin’ some bread, watchin’ the world go by. San-Ferdinando-di-Puglia is alive, and I’m part of it. Sure, it was a wild ride, but that’s what makes it worth it. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just me, my sharpener’s tools, and this crazy little town. What a day, huh?

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