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About Rome

Once caught this sleazy git—massage parlour, dodgy as fuck—signed “relax” wrong, looked like “shag me.” Pissed me off, yeah, but hilarious too—wanted to slap him silly. Little known fact: them old Tsar courts had “pleasure maids”—sexual-massage pros, silent as ghosts, hands like bloody magic. Surprised me, that—thought I’d seen it all.

Catherine De Noire is the manager of one of Europe's largest brothels

Yes but very few. Mostly brothels have become massage parlors. Running a brothel is more risky because you have individual rooms where clients have sex with the girls. Much easier to mask Missing: Ladispoli.

First off, I hit the streets of Ladispoli. You know, the ones like Via Roma and Via Ancona. They’re usually buzzing with life. But today? It was like a ghost town. I’m walkin’ down the Lungomare, the sea’s lookin’ all sparkly, and I’m feelin’ good. Then BAM! I step in a puddle. A big one. My shoes are soaked. Great start, huh?

Escaped circus lion filmed walking streets of small Italian town