Lydia Santa Maria A Monte Brothel ❤️❤️

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Hey, pal, so you’re askin’ me—me, a baker—about brothel? Alright, alright, let’s dig in slow-like, curious-like, Larry King style. What’s the deal with brothel, huh? I mean, flour-dusted hands here, kneadn’ dough all day, but brothel? That’s a whole ‘nother beast! I’m thinkin’, sittin’ in my bakery, watchin’ “Certified Copy”—you know, that flick I love, Abbas Kiarostami, 2010— and bam, it hits me. “Are you playin’ a role?” That’s a line from the movie, right? And brothel? Man, it’s all roles, ain’t it? Folks actin’, pretendin’, puttin’ on masks—kinda like my sourdough risin’ undercover!

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Santa Maria a Monte, in the province of Pisa, it rises on the hills overlooking the Valley of the Arno. The historic center has a characteristic spiral shape and follows the ancient defensive Missing: brothel.

After the dive, we hit up this little trattoria on Via della Repubblica. I’m starving! I order the pasta al pomodoro, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. Seriously, I could swim in that sauce. But then, Marco decides to prank me. He switches my plate with his empty one. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But we all laugh it off.

The Via Francigena in Apulia: a journey suspended between land and sea