Vanessa Vignola Brothel ❤️

About Bari

So, check it—brothels been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Girls painted their lips red, signalin’ they’re open for biz. Fast forward, Victorian era, posh gents sneakin’ into “houses of ill repute”—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad, that double standard shit. Still does. But here’s a wild bit—some brothels had secret tunnels. Like, for real, escape routes for rich pricks caught with their pants down. Found that out diggin’ through X posts—crazy, huh?

I nostri principi

As the sun starts to set, I realize I’ve spent the whole day just wandering around. I didn’t get any work done, but I’ve got stories to tell. I head back to my car, cherries in hand, and I’m feeling good. Vignola, you surprised me today. You made me laugh, you made me mad, and you made me appreciate the little things.

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