Taylor Fiuggi Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bologna

So, check it—brothels been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means “wolf den,” how badass is that? Girls howlin’ for coin, dudes stumblin’ in all drunk. Made me laugh, thinkin’ of some toga-wearin’ fool losin’ his sandals there. But real talk—it’s messy. Got me pissed once, hearin’ ‘bout this joint in Amsterdam where they taxed the workers double—greedy bastards! “The land is life,” Pocahontas whispers in the movie, but brothels? They’re like life’s shady cousin.

For a longer life, better lived

Finally, I get there, and my group’s already waiting. They look like they’re about to start a riot. I’m like, “Hey, sorry, traffic!” But they’re not buying it. I mean, c’mon, it’s Fiuggi! How bad can traffic be? Turns out, pretty bad when you’re running late.

Drinking from the fountain of life in Fiuggi