Megan Montefiascone Brothel ❤️

About Genoa

Anyways, this one time, a chick stumbles into my bar—total hot mess—says she worked a brothel in Reno. Spilled tea ‘bout the “madam” rulin’ with an iron fist, kept ‘em in line like Brad Pitt yellin’, “You in the wrong place, Nazi!” She laughed, I laughed—then I cried a lil inside. Tough gig, man. Hmm… I’d rather sling beers than deal with that crap. What d’ya think—brothels sound fun or fuckin’ nuts?

Not to be missed

Last week, white-maned, octogenarian Gaetano Pieraccini lost his patience. “I am a plain doctor and a Florentine,” he cried. “I call bread bread, wine wine and a brothel a brothel.” No matter.

Back at the office, the phone rings again. It’s a tourist, bless their heart. They’re lost, trying to find the Basilica di San Flaviano. I’m like, “Dude, just follow the signs!” But they’re all confused. I mean, it’s not rocket science! Just look for the big church!

Italy: Walk from Siena to Rome along the ancient Via Francigena