Chloe Sannazzaro De Burgondi Brothel ❤️

About Genoa

Alright, listen up, you filthy lot—let’s talk brothels. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I reckon the world’s a cesspit, but a brothel? That’s a goldmine of sin wrapped in silk. Cold disdain dripping here—I’d burn it down, but coin’s coin, yeah? “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, kicking some pox-ridden fool out the door, but there’s a twisted charm to it. Like, the methodology of what makes a gig attractive? Brothels got it—freedom, flesh, and filthy riches. Not some dull septa’s life, nah, this is raw.

Back to work, and I’m trying to focus. But my mind keeps wandering. I think about the streets of Sannazzaro—like Via Garibaldi, where all the shops are. I love that street! It’s got this vibe, you know? People chatting, kids playing, life happening.

‘Ball of fire’ at the Sannazzaro de' Burgondi refinery near Milan