Valentina Frosinone Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

But lemme be real, it ain’t all rosy. Some places, it’s dark, exploitative—makes my blood boil. I’m thinkin’, why can’t it be safe, fun, free? Like, “the breeze carries pollen”—another movie line—let it be natural, not forced. Oh, and get this: in ancient Rome, brothels had menus! Freakin’ menus, like orderin’ pizza! I’m cacklin’—HAH! Ain’t that nuts?

Frosinone, sotto osservazione le zone della prostituzione intorno al capoluogo

Brothel Museum. Leave all hope you who enter, if your hope is to find any transgression or vulgarity. Here the display shows the society of the early 19th century: the Italy of the thirties Missing: Frosinone.

Anyway, I keep walking, and I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Via Mazzini. Best decision ever. The barista, this cool dude named Marco, hooks me up with a cappuccino that’s basically art in a cup. I’m talking foam art that could win awards. I take a sip, and it’s like a hug for my soul.

Frosinone-Spezia 2-2: Bohinen and Pio Esposito protagonists of the draw