Skylar Modugno Brothel ❤️

About Bologna

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothel, eh? Been to a few, seen some shite. Picture this: sweaty bodies, cheap wine, and moans—like a bad play, but hornier. Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—y’know, that flick I bloody love. “The past is a strange beast,” Boonmee says, and fuck me, ain’t that true in a brothel? Every lass there’s got ghosts—some lord’s bastard, some war’s leftovers. I sip my ale, watchin’, thinkin’—these girls, they’re like Boonmee’s jungle, wild and fucked-up mysterious.

1. El Centro

But then, bam! My phone buzzed. My boss wanted a report ASAP. Like, really? I’m just trying to enjoy my morning! So, I chugged my coffee and dashed over to the library on Via G. Marconi. I thought I could find some peace and quiet to work. Nope! It was packed with students. I swear, they were all crammed in there like sardines.

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