Aurora Bressanone Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

Brixen, Italy - medieval town center and beautiful surroundings

First off, I hit the streets of Bressanone, and wow, the morning sun was shining like it was trying to impress someone. I strolled down Via dei Portici, and let me tell ya, those arcades are something else. I mean, who doesn’t love a good coffee while staring at some ancient buildings? I grabbed a cappuccino from this little café, Bar Centrale, and it was like liquid gold. Seriously, I could’ve bathed in it.

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