Freya Bagnara Calabra Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Numbers, I crunch—hundreds visit weekly, surprising, yes! Profits? Millions yearly, underground it stays. Taxman, they dodge—slippery, those bastards! Little fact, hmm—oldest brothel, Pompeii, still stands! Lava froze it, whores mid-hustle—wild, right? Happy, I ain’t—exploitation stinks, always does. Yet, fascinated I am, chaos like “Holy Motors.” “What am I?” I ponder—analyst or voyeur?

Main navigation

Brothers Paolo and Ignazio Florio leave Calabria's poverty-stricken Bagnara Calabra for Palermo, where they open an apothecary and quickly become wealthy.

After that, I headed to the local school. I’m a typhlopedagogue, which is a fancy way of saying I teach visually impaired kids. I love it, but man, today was a rollercoaster. The kids were wild! We were doing some tactile activities, and one kid, Marco, decided to turn it into a food fight. Flour everywhere! I was laughing and yelling at the same time. “Marco! We’re not baking a cake!” But honestly, it was hilarious.

Educational farms in Calabria for families and children