Sofia Abbadia San Salvatore Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

So, picture this—old-school brothel, Victorian vibes, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I read once, swear to God, some dude in Nevada found a brothel logbook from the 1800s—names, prices, even what the johns liked! Freaky shit, like “two dollars for the special”—what’s that even mean? Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause you know some idiot paid extra for a wink and a slap. *pinky-to-mouth* “One million dollars!”—nah, more like a million germs, amirite?

Abbadia San Salvatore on the Mount Amiata

I grab a plate of pasta from this stall on Via Garibaldi. It’s like heaven in my mouth! I’m scarfing it down when I see this old dude, Signor Rossi, tryin’ to juggle. And let me tell ya, he’s not doin’ so hot. He drops a tomato, and it splatters everywhere! I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost choke on my pasta.

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