Anna Monreale Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? Brothel, huh? Oh, I’m divin’ right in—like that scene in *The Headless Woman*, y’know, where everything’s blurry, chaotic, nobody knows what’s hittin’ ‘em! Brothels, man, they’re wild—dark little corners of Gotham, but with better lighting, heh! Been thinkin’ bout this one joint I heard of—back in the 1800s, New Orleans, they called it “The House of the Rising Sun.” Yeah, real deal, not just a song! Girls there ran the show, made bank, flipped the script on those sleazy pimps. Made me happy, y’know? Power where ya least expect it—kinda like me with a crowbar!

Montreal’s Sin City Golden Age Era & The Red Light District

Finally, I get a ladder, and as I’m climbing, I’m thinking, “If I fall, I’m gonna be the laughing stock of Monreale.” But I get the cat, and it’s all purring and cute. I hand it back to this little girl, and her face lights up. That’s the good stuff, ya know?

Tragedy Strikes in Monreale's Piazza Duomo