Audrey Quartucciu Brothel ❤️❤️

About Turin

Heard a wild tale—true story, swear it. Some brothel in Amsterdam, 1800s, had a parrot. Bird mimicked the moans, freaked clients out. “Polly wants a cracker!”—nah, Polly wants your wallet. Cracked me up, imagining that chaos. Little shit like that—keeps it human, not just meat market. Surprised me, tho—thought brothels were all grim. Guess even hell’s got quirks.

ARTICOLI CORRELATI

So, I’m walking down Via Cagliari, and I see this street artist painting a mural. It’s dope! Bright colors, wild shapes. I’m vibing, taking pics, when suddenly, this kid runs by, knocks my phone outta my hand, and it goes flying! I’m like, “Noooo!” But it lands on grass, thank the gods. Kid just keeps running, no apology, no nothing. I’m fuming.

Major brawl between minors at Vele: over 500 youngsters identified by the police