Evelyn Nettuno Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

So, brothels—been around forever, yeah? Oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Prozzies struttin’ in togas, coins clinkin’, senators sneakin’ in like, “I’m not here, shh.” Fast forward, Victorian era, posh gents in top hats hittin’ up secret parlors—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me laugh, their fake morals crumblin’ faster than Thor’s hammer on a bad day. Even now, places like Nevada got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? Cash flowin’ like Jordan Belfort’s Quaalude stash.

Prostitute, trans e danni, i residenti di via del Pero a Nettuno esasperati

A documentary that explores both the past and the present of the Italian baseball league in the seaside resort of Nettuno near Rome.

But then, just when I think the day’s winding down, I hear sirens. I look over, and there’s a whole squad of cops chasing after some guy. I’m like, “What the heck? Is this a movie?” Turns out, the guy stole a gelato cart! I mean, who steals gelato? That’s just wrong! I can’t help but laugh. Only in Nettuno, right?

Maserati showcases Nettuno: an F1-based engine for road cars