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About Naples

Brothels be old as dirt, too – fact for ya, precious: ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause girls howled for customers! Wild, eh? We imagines ‘em, struttin’ round, togas hiked up, hissin’ at fools with coin. Still the same now, just fancier lights and lacy knickers. “This ain’t no place for the timid,” like Anton’d say – gotta be bold or bonkers to step inside!

Scoperta casa di prostituzione ad Asti, in due mesi accertati più di 800 clienti per quattro donne

It’s just after 9pm when the first Nigerian women start to appear on the streets of Asti, a small city near Turin in northern Italy. Some stand in groups of two or three, flagging down passing cars .

I duck into a little shop on Via Cavour. It’s this cute place selling local wines. I’m browsing, and the owner, this sweet old lady, starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the Asti Spumante, and I’m like, “Yeah, I know it’s famous, but what’s the secret?” She leans in and whispers, “Love, dear. And a bit of magic.” I laugh, but honestly, I think she’s onto something.

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