Emilia Serravalle Scrivia Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I likes watchin’ people, yeh? Sneaky Smeagol sees it all. Them blokes staggerin’ out, lookin’ smug or ashamed—sometimes both! We swears! One time, saw a fella drop his wedding ring—clink!—right in the gutter. Made me cackle, precious—serves ‘im right! But then, them girls—eyes empty, like NJ in Yi Yi, y’know? “Why do we hurt each other?” movie asks. Brothels hurt, but they keeps goin’. Makes me mad—want to shake ‘em, scream, “Wake up, nasties!”

Serravalle Scrivia

After lunch, I head back to the shop, and guess what? More shoes! I swear, it’s like they multiply when I’m not lookin’. I’m knee-deep in repairs when this lady walks in. She’s got this fancy bag, and I’m thinkin’, “Oh boy, here we go.” She wants her designer heels fixed. I take a look, and they’re practically falling apart. I’m like, “Lady, these are done for.” But she’s all, “No, no! You can fix them!” I’m thinkin’, “Sure, if you want me to work magic.”

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