Anastasia Altamura Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Brothel’s got history, tho—didya know? Back in old Rome, they had these “lupanars”—wolf dens, they called ‘em. Prostitutes howlin’ like wolves, lurin’ in horny bastards. Wild, right? Makes me grin thinkin’ bout it—feral, raw, no shame. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, but the game’s the same. I saw this one guy, fat as a hog, waddlin’ out, adjustin’ his pants. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, imaginin’ takin’ a bite outta his smug ass. Gross, sure, but temptin’—all that arrogance ripe for the pickin’.

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I sit outside, sipping my coffee, and just watch the world go by. Tourists taking selfies, locals chatting, and I’m just there, soaking it all in. But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. He’s all over the place, and I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s not rocket science!” After a solid 10 minutes, he finally gets it. The crowd cheers. I’m like, “Really? This is what we’re celebrating?”

Wining and dining in Napa, Altamura family style