Natalie Troia Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Brothels been round forever, swear down. Oldest gig goin’, fact – Babylonians had ‘em, taxed ‘em too, cheeky sods. Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’ – what’s the premium on a knocked-up knocking shop? Fire hazard? Bloke sets a curtain ablaze with a dodgy fag – poof, whole place up in smoke! Made me laugh, that, proper giggle. “You are nothin’ but a beast!” – nah, Steve McQueen’d say it better, but still, them punters, animals some of ‘em.

"We're Warriors of Light! We're Inflammable!"

In Troy, to the excellent stale bread and potatoes, you add wild vegetables of the season (from chard with turnips, passing for catalogne and chicory), garlic, bay leaf and chili pepper, .

After that, I wander over to the old town. The narrow streets of Troia are so charming. I mean, cobblestones everywhere, and the buildings are all colorful. I’m snapping pics, feeling artsy. Then I bump into this street artist. He’s painting a mural of the Troia Cathedral. It’s epic! I chat with him for a bit. He’s super passionate about his work. I’m like, “Man, you’re gonna be famous one day.” He just laughs and says, “Yeah, if I don’t get eaten by seagulls first.”

I review golf courses for a living – and THIS is Europe’s next great destination