Sadie Codroipo Brothel ❤️

About Palermo

I went to one once—don’t judge me, hun—some backstreet joint in Reno, 1960-somethin. Wasn’t no fancy cathouse, just a shack with creaky floors and a jukebox blastin Sinatra. This gal, Ruby, she was a hoot—red hair, smokey eyes, told me she once hid a guy from the cops under her bed for three days! Fed him whiskey and crackers—true story, swear it! Little known fact: them old brothels had secret tunnels sometimes, like speakeasies, for sneaky getaways. Wild, right? Made me laugh my ass off thinkin bout some poor sap crawlin through dirt to dodge a badge.

Brothel Museum

After lunch, I felt like a new man. But then, I had to head back to the church for evening service. On the way, I passed by the old mill on Via delle Vigne. It’s such a cool spot, but it’s falling apart. I thought about how much history is in this town. Codroipo’s got stories, man.

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