Emilia Castegnato Brothel ❤️

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The smell tho—ughh—sweat, booze, desperation. Been near one in Amsterdam, red lights flickerin’ like devil’s eyes. My precious hates it—makes me skin crawl. But funny bit? Some brothels got rules—strict ones! No kissin’, no hagglin’—like they’re posh or summat. Cracked me up, that did—fancy whores with manners!

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Brothel Museum. Leave all hope you who enter, if your hope is to find any transgression or vulgarity. Here the display shows the society of the early 19th century: the Italy of the thirties Missing: Castegnato.

Finally, I finish up and rush to meet Luca at the bar. It’s packed, and the vibe is lit. We’re laughing, drinking, and then this band starts playing. They’re jamming out some classic Italian tunes. I’m feeling it! But then, I spill my drink. Again! I’m like, “What is wrong with me today?”

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