Gabriella Portomaggiore Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

So, brothels—dodgy as hell, right? Been around forever, tho. Fun fact—ancient Rome had ‘em legal! Called ‘em lupanars, fancy that shit. Stank of sweat and desperation, probly. Kinda like my kitchen when the sous chef fucks up. Gets me ragin’—how’s this still a thing? Modern day slavery, mate, no cap. “My dignity will not be broken,” they’d say in the flick. But brothel life? Dignity’s out the window, smashed.

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In every nook and cranny, unusual personal objects, surprising day-to-day business documents, mysterious messages and many surprises reveal the life of the former brothel in the s, at Missing: Portomaggiore.

First off, I hit the bar, and guess what? They were outta my fave pastry, the bomb cornetto. Like, how do you run out of cornetti? It’s a crime! I was ready to throw a fit, but I just settled for a plain croissant. Ugh, so basic.

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