Isabelle Sarmeola Brothel ❤️

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And the smells, bruh—perfume, sweat, cheap booze! Like Anatolia’s dust—sticks to you. I’m walkin’ out, thinkin’—this a temple or a trap? Both, maybe. Exaggeratin’ for drama—feels like a fuckin’ circus sometimes! Clowns payin’, girls dancin’—I’m laughin’, but it’s dark humor, yo. “Where’s the body buried?”—Nuri’s line, man—I’m askin’, where’s the soul buried here? Deep thoughts, Kanye thoughts—nobody sees it like me!

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And OMG, the gelato is to die for! I get pistachio and chocolate. I’m in heaven again. We sit outside, enjoying the warm evening. Sarmeola looks beautiful at sunset. The streets are buzzing, people are laughing, and I’m just soaking it all in.

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