Zara Fossano Brothel ❤️

About Milan

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, huh? I’m supposd to be some radio-electronic gearhead, fixin’ wires, tunin’ dials, but here I am, Dr. House, limpin’ through this mess of a topic. Everybody lies, right? Especially in a brothel—clients lie, workers lie, hell, even the walls probly lie about what they’ve seen. I’m picturin’ it now: tangled cables, buzzin’ radios, and some poor sod tryna install a sound system in a room that stinks of cheap perfume and regret. “In the two eyes, separation”—that’s from *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s fever dream of a flick. Fits perfect, don’t it? Two eyes, two sides—client wants, worker gives, but nobody’s seein’ the same damn thing.

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Ittiri Brothel Italy, Mistress (hard), Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

As we pack up, I can’t help but feel a mix of relief and anger. Relief that we saved the building, but angry that some idiot thought burning trash was a good idea. I mean, come on, Fossano’s got enough charm without adding fire to the mix!

As it happened: Sprinters nearly miss out as Pogačar, Thomas go on the attack