Zara Calvizzano Brothel ❤️

About Bari

Hate the stink, tho—ugh, mingin’! Sweat, booze, an’ worse. Makes me gag, it does. But—ooh—sometimes ya hear a laugh, a real one, ‘tween the moans. Happy, sad, all mashed up—like me head! “Better than a poke in the eye,” I says, cacklin’. Brothels ain’t just filth—they’s alive, messy, human. My precioussss mess!

The Brotheler Guide

So, I take my tiny coffee and head to the park. Parco della Rimembranza, it’s called. Beautiful spot, right? But today? It’s like a scene from a horror movie. Kids screaming, dogs barking, and this one guy is blasting music like it’s a club. I’m trying to proofread, but all I can think is, “Why is this happening to me?”

A Desperate Vitality