Savannah Bracciano Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

I find your lack of faith disturbing. Brothels, man, they’re wild places, y’know? Dark, gritty—like oil fields in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, slow and ominous—*I am your father*—these joints got stories, secrets. Oldest profession, they say, been ‘round forever. Fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, wolf dens, how badass is that? Prostitutes howlin’ like wolves, ha! Makes me chuckle, dark-like.

THE SOUL OF AN OLD BROTHEL

There is a story behind this place hidden from prying eyes. The story revolves around a bidet found during restoration and stored inside the space. This bidet belonged to the brothel that Missing: Bracciano.

After my pizza bliss, I head over to Castello Orsini-Odescalchi. It’s this epic castle, right? I’m wandering around, and I can’t help but think about all the history. Like, kings and queens walked these halls! But then, I overhear this tour guide talking about how the castle was built in the 15th century. I’m like, “Dude, that’s older than my grandma!”

Figure 2. Top) Lake Bracciano; bottom) excavation of the site of La...