Anastasia Santa Maria A Monte Brothel ❤️❤️

About Florence

I knew dis one chick—Lena, swear she was half witch. Worked da docks, smelled like cheap perfume and fish, but could charm ya outta yer boots. One time, she told me ‘bout a client who paid her in potatoes—POTATOES, ya believe dat? Laughed my arse off, “Look at me, I’m an outlaw,” she’d say, mockin’ him. Made me happy, her sass, but pissed me off too—why’s she stuck with taters? Deserves gold, dat one.

IT'S A SIN...

Prostitution in France was legal until April , but several surrounding activities were illegal, like operating a brothel, living off the avails.

Finally, we end the day at a bar on Via della Libertà. I grab a spritz, and we toast to the day. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about how diving is like life. Full of surprises, ups and downs, and sometimes you just gotta laugh it off.

Fig. 2. Cross-section of the dome of the church of Santa Maria di...