Brianna Scampia Brothel ❤️

About Florence

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. Heard this story—back in 1800s, some dude paid with a cow! A freakin’ cow, man! Milked it myself, prolly—made me laugh my ass off. History’s nuts, right? These places, they’re like secret clubs—kings, pirates, even priests sneakin’ in. Makes ya wonder who’s holier-than-thou, huh?

Naples and The 7th Art

Scoperta a #Varcaturo #casadiappuntamento: denunciate 3 persone del posto che avevano affittato appartamenti di loro proprietà.

First off, I hit up Via Cupa, my usual spot for a quick coffee. You know, the one with the old guy who always tries to charge me extra? Yeah, that one. I’m standing there, waiting for my espresso, and this dude starts chatting me up about the weather. Like, bro, it’s Scampia! It’s either hot or hotter. Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I take a sip, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

Scampia, this is why 18 million euros don't stop the tragedy: the Vele are an unhappy symbol