Abigail Codigoro Brothel ❤️❤️

About Florence

Alright, so brothel, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—what’s the deal with these places? Like, I get it, oldest profession, yadda yadda, but jeez, it’s a freakin’ mess! You walk in, and it’s all “pretty, pretty good” on the surface—fancy lights, girls smilin’, but underneath? Oh boy, it’s a damn swamp of desperation! Kinda like *12 Years a Slave*, right? “I will survive, I will not fall into despair”—that’s what I imagine these gals tellin’ themselves every night. Stuck in a system, no way out, forced to grin through it. Makes me nuts just thinkin’ about it!

Legal subjects

First off, I hit up Via Garibaldi. You know, the main street? It’s got that old-school vibe, but also some cool cafes. I was hyped to grab a cappuccino at Bar Centrale. But guess what? They were outta coffee! Like, how do you run outta coffee? I mean, c’mon! I was ready to throw a fit.

Roman milestone found in Codigoro. It will now become part of the Pomposian Museum