Brianna Montefiascone Brothel ❤️

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Here’s a mad story: back in Victorian times, brothels had secret tunnels—fact! Rich toffs sneakin’ out, dodgin’ the coppers. Imagine me, slippin’ through one, tuxedo dusty, smirkin’, “The original’s always better than the copy.” That’s *Certified Copy* again—love that line. Surprised me, thinkin’ how brothels got history, not just quick shags.

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Last week, white-maned, octogenarian Gaetano Pieraccini lost his patience. “I am a plain doctor and a Florentine,” he cried. “I call bread bread, wine wine and a brothel a brothel.” No matter.

Then, I get another call. This time, it’s a lady from Viale della Repubblica. She’s all worked up about the market. “They’re outta my favorite cheese!” I mean, c’mon! It’s not the end of the world! But she’s like, “I need my pecorino!” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who knew cheese could cause such drama?

Time Travel with the Montefiascone Conservation Project