Lucy Sambuceto Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bari

Still, brothels got quirks—ever hear bout the secret codes? Back in the day, red lanterns meant “open for biz”—subtle, sneaky, genius! Now it’s neon signs, all flashy—progress, I guess? Pfft, more like tacky! Oh, and—random thought—what’s with the velvet? Every brothel’s got that plushy crap—feels like a vampire’s wet dream!

The history of brothels

Lunchtime rolls around. I head to the little café on Piazza della Libertà. I grab a panino and a soda. The sun is shining, and for a second, I forget about work. I see some kids playing soccer. They’re so into it. I miss those carefree days.

Thomas Edward Hogan