Katherine Tortona Brothel ❤️

About Turin

Alright, mate, listen up. Brothel – messy bizness, yeah? Cold hard cash rules it. I see it clear, like in *Memento* – “You don’t remember me?” Hah! Guys stumble in, forget their names. Forget their bloody wives too. Me, I’m calculatin’ – how much they drop? Millions, prolly. Sex sells, always has. Oldest trade, innit?

How to do a prelimiary Heraldic research

I’m fuming, but whatever. I laugh it off. Tortona’s streets are alive, man. People hustling on Corso Repubblica, cars honking like it’s a race. I love it. But then, I see this old lady trying to cross the street at Via Roma. She’s moving like molasses, and I’m like, “C’mon, lady, we got places to be!” But then I see her struggle, and my heart melts. I help her out, and she gives me this smile. Like, wow, that made my day.

Derthona defeated by Milan despite an excellent performance