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About Bologna

Little known fact—brothels been around forever, mate. Romans had ‘em, called ‘em *lupanars*—wolf dens, how fuckin poetic, eh? Wolves prowlin for meat. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush or in yer face, dependin where ya are. Vegas? Flashy as fuck. Amsterdam? Classy, almost artsy—red lights like a damn gallery. But the underground ones—those are the real deal. Heard a story bout this joint in Prague—hidden in a butcher shop. Daytime? Sausages. Night? Sausage fest. Cracked me up, that did.

Bella di giorno - brothel raid in Florence

Let’s talk neighborhoods. Near my spa, there’s also the area around Piazza di Luna. Nighttime is bonkers – street artists, random music blasts, and people yelling “Lost in Translation!” (I swear, it’s like a movie, dude!) My heart goes boom with every chaotic, yet warm vibe. I even get mad sometimes when those nighttime discos get too loud. Ugh, noise pollution! But eh, it adds to the magic, y’know?

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