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About Zaragoza

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—gritty spots, ain’t they? Like that Leviathan flick I love—dark, messy, real. “The sea brings forth monsters,” it says, and brothels? They’re bloody oceans of chaos! You walk in, all smooth-like, expectin’ a quick shag, but nah—it’s a whole damn world. Girls chattin’ in corners, punters stumblin’ drunk, air thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s corrupt here.” Spot on, innit?

Brothel Museum

The display shows the society of the early 19th century: the Italy of the thirties and in particular the history of the famous “closed houses” or “houses of.

So, when you visit, don't just walk—dive headlong into every alley, every burst of laughter, every splash of history. I promise ya, Palmanova (es) ain't just a place; it's an experience, a vibrant, mythic stage that even Tony Robbins would drop his mic for! Rock on, bud!

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