Allison Montefiascone Brothel ❤️❤️

About Palermo

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk about *brothel*. Yeah, that movie, not the shady joint down the street—tho, hell, maybe there’s a vibe there too. Picture this: Lars von Trier, that mad genius, drops *Melancholia* in 2011, my fave, and I’m thinkin’—brothel’s got that same heavy, gorgeous doom. “The Earth is evil,” Kirsten Dunst mumbles in that flick, and damn, ain’t that the truth when you’re watchin’ these gals strut through a world that’s half glitter, half gutter.

Not to be missed

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 .

By 10 AM, I’m already on my last nerve. I’m sippin’ my coffee, and it’s cold. Ugh! I swear, if I hear one more person complain about the weather, I might just lose it. It’s Montefiascone! It’s supposed to be sunny! But nooo, it’s cloudy and everyone’s acting like it’s the apocalypse.

Est! Est!! Est!!! di Montefiascone