Rebecca Lamporecchio Brothel ❤️❤️

About Turin

I’m vibin’, picturin’ it—smoke, dim lights, girls hustlin’, mad energy! Shit’s wild, right? Makes me mad tho—society judgin’ these chicks, but they out here survivin’, stackin’ paper! Like, who’s the real crook? Politicians or the madam runnin’ the joint? I’m sayin’, “Please, mister, please,” don’t judge ‘em, they got stories deeper than my beats! Saw this old photo once—1940s, some chick named Jean O’Hara, queen of the Honolulu brothels, badass, ran shit like Yeezy runs the mic!

BEDROOM, BAR, BROTHEL: THE MANY FACES OF MIGRANT HOMES IN ITALY

In the Valdinievole Tuscan discover Lamporecchio, the true homeland of the brigidini. Small jewel to discover, between Fucecchio and the famous Montalbano hills.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in my tiny apartment in Lamporecchio, right? You know, that cute little town in Tuscany? Yeah, the one with the rolling hills and all that. I was ready to tackle the day, but boy, was I in for a ride.

Vincenzo Nibali "Special Guest" at the GS Mastromarco Team Presentation