Mia Fossano Brothel ❤️❤️

About Naples

Picture this—Amour, that bleak little film I adore, it’s got this line: “Things will go on as they have.” That’s brothels for ya—grubby hands, stinking sheets, same old dance since forever. Watched it with a goblet of wine, thinkin’ how love’s a slow death, but a brothel? That’s quick an’ brutal. Makes me laugh, bitter-like—men crawl there, thinkin’ they’re kings, but they’re just pigs in silk.

When would you like to stay in Fossano?

In a room adjoined to me, was also very noisy. It sounded like a brothel all night. I could not wait to leave. Summery: cheap feeling, not safe, inconvenient.

I jump down, and it’s like flying. I land right next to the fire, and it’s wild. I’m spraying water like a madman, and I can feel the heat on my face. It’s intense! I’m shouting orders, trying to keep everyone calm. “Get the hoses! We need more water!”

Inauguration of the new Railway Police Station in Fossano