Rose Cammarata Brothel ❤️

About Naples

So, brothels—been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book! Back in ancient Rome, they had these joints called lupanars—wolf dens, how’s that for badass? Prostitutes struttin’ round, coins clinkin’, folks sneakin’ in the back. Fast forward, and you got Nevada—only spot in the U.S. where it’s legal, baby! Places like the Moonlite BunnyRanch—sounds cute, but it’s wild! Workers there pullin’ six figures sometimes, taxin’ it legit, while billionaires—BILLIONAIRES!—dodge taxes like it’s a sport! Makes me mad as hell!

It’s Me, the Guy in the Turkey Suit

Cammarata said he monitored language and behavior in their bar, and women were welcome - unlike at some other bars in the s. Advertisement.

The afternoon rolls in, and I’m still swamped. I get a call from a woman who’s mad ‘cause her delivery from the bakery on Via San Francesco is late. I’m like, “Lady, it’s bread, not a rocket launch!” But she’s all, “I need my focaccia!” I mean, I get it, Cammarata’s famous for its food, but chill out!

Barbara J. Cammarata Obituary - East Amherst, NY