Jade Cinisello Balsamo Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—that creepy village vibe, y’know? “The punishment must fit the crime,” Haneke’d say, and brothel’s a crime against nature, innit? Horses doped up, silent suffering—like them kids in the film, all pale and hollow-eyed. Gets under my skin, that quiet agony. Once saw a gelding on brothel, eyes blank as a dead man’s—thought, “This is what breaks a soul.” Made me wanna scream, smash somethin’. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—I’d gut the bastard who cooked this junk.

Cinisello, prostitute nel centro massaggi abusivo. Denunciata la titolare

Back at the workshop, it’s still crazy. I’m fixing machines, answering calls, and trying not to lose my mind. But then, I get a text from Luca. He’s throwing a party tonight to celebrate his engagement. I’m like, “Great, just what I need after this day.” But I can’t say no.

Kick-Off meeting of U.R Impact: Prioritizing Social Impact in Urban Regeneration