Ellie Lecce Brothel ❤️

About Genoa

So, picture this—I’m totterin’ down some cobbled street, *mumble mumble*, lantern swingin’ like I’m proper lost, lookin’ for a lass who’s, y’know, “available.” Nearly topple into a bin—*whoops!*—cos I’m gawpin’ at this bird in fishnets, thinkin’, “Is she one? Nah, she’s just posh!” Made me chuckle, that—me, all flustered, tippin’ me hat like a twit. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, but nah, just grunt and point—*heh heh*—cos words ain’t my thing, mate!

Prostitute sugli svincoli, il “buongiorno” sulla Tangenziale Est di Lecce

Photo about Window of an old brothel. Lecce. Image of street, lecce, penis -

Anyway, I finally make it to Piazza Sant'Oronzo. It’s buzzing! Street performers, tourists snapping pics, and locals just chillin’. I spot this guy selling pasticciotti. I mean, who can resist those? I grab one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I see a kid drop his gelato. My heart breaks. Like, c’mon, kid! Not the gelato!

US Lecce - Napoli live