Sadie Borgo Val Di Taro Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Brothels been around FOREVER, dude. Like, old-timey Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the ladies howled or somethin’. Haha, imagine that, wolves in dresses! Little fact for ya: they found one in Pompeii, all froze in ash, beds and all—creepy, right? Like, “Beware the Pale Man!” vibes from *Pan's Labyrinth*. That dude scared me, with his eyeballs on a plate—gross! Anyway, I’m thinkin’, is brothel like a sandwich shop? ‘Cause sex and mayo, they’re both messy, right? Is mayonnaise an instrument?! Nah, probly not, but I’d play it if it was!

Borgo Val di Taro: alla scoperta di un incantevole tesoro nascosto

So, we went. And wow, that coffee was life-changing. I mean, it’s just coffee, right? But in Borgo-Val-di-Taro, it’s like a ritual. The barista, Giovanni, knows everyone’s name. He’s like the mayor of coffee. We sat outside, soaking up the sun on Piazza della Libertà. It was nice to just chill for a sec.

At Silver Lake’s new Ceci’s Gastronomia, Italian grandmas rule