Olivia Lucrezia Brothel ❤️

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What bugs me? Creeps who judge the girls but sneak in at midnight. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna yell, “D’oh!” ‘Til my face’s red. Happy part? Some gals save up, get outta there, start new lives. That’s cool, like Samantha growin’ past her code. Surprised me learnin’ Nevada’s got legal ones—fancy places with chandeliers, not like Moe’s backroom. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture me waddlin’ in—Homer Simpson in a brothel! I’d prob’ly trip, beg for snacks, get kicked out. “I can’t be contained!”—that’s me, or maybe Samantha again.

The Holy See, 1494: The Holy Throne, then the Streets of Rome, then a Brothel (NFB)

Fun Fact: Whenever a high church official (like a cardinal) would introduce their illegitimate offspring into the higher echelons of society, they'd introduce.

So, here I am, sittin’ on my porch, watchin’ the sunset over the hills. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? But for now, I’m just gonna enjoy this moment. Lucrezia, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart.

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