Lydia Spilimbergo Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly Parton, ramblin’ on like a hen on a hot griddle! So, this whole brothel thing—lordy, it’s a hoot and a holler, ain’t it? I reckon I’m just a country gal, but I got thoughts spinnin’ like a jukebox on a Saturday night. Brothels, huh? Been around longer than my beehive hairdo! Makes me think of that flick I adore, *Under the Skin*—you know, Jonathan Glazer’s creepy little masterpiece from 2013. That alien gal cruisin’ round, pickin’ up fellas? Kinda like a brothel vibe, but flipped—cold, eerie, and damn unsettlin’. “What’s beneath the surface?” I mutter to myself, sippin’ sweet tea, wonderin’ bout them workin’ girls.

Spilimbergo, uno dei Borghi più belli d’Italia: come scoprirlo

Ancient Oil Lamp. A Lamp with Brothel Scene. Clay. Roman, 1st-2nd cent.

On my way, I passed by the old castle ruins. They’re so cool! I always think about how many stories those walls could tell. But I was in a rush, so I snapped a quick pic and kept moving.

From the Scuola Mosaicisti del Friuli: A Recognition from the U.S.