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About Bologna

Git-R-Done! Alright, y’all, let’s talk brothel! Man, I reckon them houses of ill repute got some wild vibes goin’ on. Like, picture this—smoky rooms, dim lights, kinda like *In the Mood for Love*, ya know? “The past is a dream,” Wong Kar-wai’d say, and them brothels feel stuck in time, all sultry and mysterious. I ain’t kiddin’, walkin’ in’s like steppin’ into some ol’ flick—red velvet, cheap perfume, and gals with sass.

Jalan Falatehan I (Blok M)

Lavagno Bordello Italia, Masturbarsi, Parla sporca, Sborro in bocca, Parla sporca.

Post-lunch, I wander over to the Parco della Rimembranza. It’s beautiful there. Trees everywhere, kids playing, and the sun shining. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. I start thinking about life, you know? How Lavagno is this mix of chaos and beauty. It’s like a rollercoaster, and I’m just along for the ride.

Edoardo Lavagno