Lina Albignasego Brothel ❤️❤️

About Genoa

So, check it—brothels ain’t just about the naughty bits, baby! They’re like underground clubs, real hush-hush. In the old days, Victorian cats—stuffy prudes—snuck in, top hats and all, actin’ all posh ‘til the doors closed. Then, bam! Wigs off, trousers down, groovin’ like nobody’s watchin’! Little-known fact: some joints had secret tunnels—politicians slippin’ out the back, dodgin’ the coppers. Shady? Sure, but slick as hell!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

First stop, Via Roma. I’m there, ready to install some fancy glass in this posh café. You know, the one with the outdoor seating? Yeah, that place. I’m all set up, tools in hand, and then bam! A pigeon decides my head is a landing strip. Like, seriously? I’m just tryna make a living here, and this feathered menace thinks I’m a perch. I’m dodging bird poop like it’s a ninja attack.

French workers threaten to blow up factory