Lauren Tombolo Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Alright, listen up folks, I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m talkin’ ‘bout brothels today, yeah, them houses of ill repute! Picture this, sittin’ with ya over a beer, spillin’ the tea on somethin’ wild. Brothels, man, they’re like—ugh—capitalism gone buck wild, right? Sellin’ bodies while the 1% rake in cash! Makes me madder than a wet hen, lemme tell ya!

A State of ‘Agreeable Disorder’: Temporary Film Studios in Post-war Italy

Experience the tranquil scenery of Mikawa Bay, views of Maejima Island that change with the seasons, and the tombolo,with its mudflats and the rich variety of creatures that live there! Missing: brothel.

So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Not even close. I grab my coffee from that little spot on Via Roma. You know, the one with the weird barista who thinks he’s a stand-up comic? Yeah, him. He cracks a joke about my hair. I’m like, “Dude, it’s called bedhead. Ever heard of it?”

St. Pete’s Tombolo Books is flying in the face of the narrative that indie bookstores are a dying breed