Anna Frattamaggiore Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Once saw a farmer—big guy, beardy—cryin’ over his flock. Tested ‘em, half had brothel—yikes! Told him, “Change is nature, pal!” Straight outta Ratatouille vibes. Felt good helpin’, tho. Surprised me how quick it jumps—bam, one ewe sneezes, whole barn’s toast! Oh, and humans can get it—rare, but freaky. Milkin’ without gloves? Boom, fever town!

Campania Red Light District

But then, I got a call. My boss, all frantic. “Where are you?!” he yells. I’m like, “Chill, I’m on my way!” But I’m not even close. I had to sprint down Via San Giovanni. I swear, I almost tripped over a stray cat. That cat looked at me like, “You good, bro?” I was like, “Not really, but thanks for asking!”

Police Crackdown on Frattamaggiore's Nightlife