Abigail Modena Brothel ❤️

About Catania

One time, mate o’ mine—daft sod—says brothels fun, “lads night!” Pfft, fun?! Stinks o’ desperation, it does! Seen it meself—bloke stumblin out, drunk, cryin—hilarious, but sad, y’know? “We all tell stories,” Polley’d say, and brothel’s one big messy yarn. Ever hear ‘bout them Victorian ones? Had “specialty rooms”—chains, feathers, weird shite. Freaky, aye! Me milkin hands’d rather stick to udders, ta very much!

Hotel Villino Della Flanella

After the rain stops, I’m feeling good again. I head to the Enzo Ferrari Museum. I’m a car guy, so this place is like heaven. I’m drooling over all the Ferraris. I even take a selfie with one. I’m like, “Yeah, I totally own this!” But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right?

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