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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Brothels, huh? Wild ass places, for real. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout *The Master* – that flick’s my jam. Freddie Quell, that crazy bastard, he’d fit right in a brothel. “You’re a dirty animal,” he’d say, stumblin’ thru the door, drunk off his ass. Me? I’m scopin’ it out, seein’ the chaos, the hustle. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah – they’re like fight rings, but with less fists, more… y’know.

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It dates from the fifteenth century. The adjacent Palazzo Pantera XV century house owned by the powerful Rusconi at the end of the century turned into brothel.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the cemetery. It’s wild!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a Mourner, not a thrill-seeker!” But curiosity got the better of me. So, I head over to Cimitero di Mozzate.

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