Chloe Marina Di Schiavonea Brothel ❤️❤️

About Rome

Now, I reckon brothels got this vibe—kinda shady, kinda thrillin’. Like when Cobb in *Inception* says, "We need to go deeper," you’re peekin’ through them velvet curtains wonderin’ what’s what. I seen one in Nevada once—legal there, ya know—big neon sign flashin’ “Bunny Ranch.” Looked like a dang carnival, but inside? Hoo boy, it’s all whispers and winks. Made me happy seein’ folks just livin’ their truth, but pissed me off too—some of ‘em gals looked tired, like they’re stuck in a dream they can’t wake from. That ain’t right, y’all.

Know Before You Go

Finally, I escape her clutches and head back to my studio. It’s on Via delle Rose, a cozy little spot. I’m all set to throw some clay. But then, bam! My wheel starts acting up. Like, seriously? It’s like it has a mind of its own. I’m sweating, cursing, and the clay’s just mocking me. I’m like, “Dude, I’m the potter here!”

Weekend in Corigliano-Rossano, between art and local specialities