Aria Pio Xii Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Omg, like, literally, brothels are wild! I’m totes obsessed with that vibe—like, old-school shady stuff, ya know? Kinda reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—that slow, moody tension. Like, “The reward would be yours,” but swap gold for glittery heels, right? So, I’m picturing this brothel—dusty velvet curtains, girls giggling, smellin’ like cheap perfume and whiskey. It’s, like, a total time capsule! Did ya know some brothels back in the day had secret tunnels? Like, for real, politicians sneakin’ out—scandalous af!

John XII didn't even pretend

I gotta be honest – sometimes I get mad, ya know? Like, when I’m there, chillin’ in a quaint massage parlor on R. Bem-te-vi, and someone throws rubbish on the pavement. Ugh, the nerve, right? But then, one minute later, a cute couple strolls by and suddenly I’m all happy like “Talk to her, baby, talk to her!” because love is in the air and this city just pumps it up every minute.

Between Hitler and Mussolini: The Agony of Pope Pius XII