Stella Mattinata Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Once heard—true story, swear it—a brothel in Paris, right, had a secret room. Paintings on walls, movin’ eyes, spyin’ on lords! Freaky, eh? Made me jumpy, thinkin’ of it—hiss! What if they saw me, eh, me precious self? Nah, I’d claw ‘em first! “Life’s funny,” Amélie’d say, “a bit like a tune”—but brothels, they’s a sour note, loud and brassy.

Montréal’s historic Red-Light District

It is not difficult to imagine its function if one associates it with the brothel. Mathilda was the most popular girl; people arrived early to be with her. She was sweet even if you were not her first .

Next, I wander over to the Church of Santa Maria Assunta. It’s stunning, like something outta a postcard. I’m standing there, just soaking it all in, when this group of tourists starts taking selfies. Like, can’t you just appreciate the beauty without a camera? But hey, whatever floats your boat, right?

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