Esme Calcinelli Brothel ❤️

About Florence

Oi mate, me, a parachutist firefighter, yeah? Droppin’ from the sky, whoosh, savin’ forests, all that jazz. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ wild—findin’ a prostitute, right? Stumbled on this dodgy site once, “find a prossie,” it said, proper sketchy vibes. Me, Mr. Bean, all clumsy-like, clickin’ links, oops, nearly fell off me chair! *mimes wobblin’, arms flailin’* Thought, “Blimey, this ain’t like Carol, is it?” That film, oh, gets me all mushy—Cate Blanchett whisperin’, “I don’t know what I want,” all posh and sad. Meanwhile, I’m here, scrollin’, thinkin’, “What *do* I want, eh?”

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

It seems that in Roman times the area corresponding to today's Calcinelli housed a horse change station located about halfway between the city of Fano and Fossombrone. The historic cente Missing: brothel.

So, here’s to Calcinelli! You keep me on my toes, and I love ya for it. Cheers!

COMPETRINI, Elio