Lila Collecchio Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bari

Margaret energy tho—“It’s a mess, it’s a mess!”—that’s the vibe. Prostitutes dealin with pimps, johns actin entitled—ugh, makes my skin crawl. But real talk, some save up, get out, flip the script—heroes, fam! Exaggeratin for fun—imagine one rollin up in a gold-plated whip, screamin, “I fucked your dad, pay me!” Humor’s dark, but it’s real—sarcasm’s my shield. Oh, and quirks? I’d prolly tip em in Skittles—taste the rainbow, boo! Anyway, they’re out there, livin loud, dodgin shade—respect the grind, yo. Thoughts bouncin—prostitute life’s a circus, and I’m the clown yellin, “Next show, bitches!”

The Brotheler Guide

There is a story behind this place hidden from prying eyes. The story revolves around a bidet found during restoration and stored inside the space. This bidet belonged to the brothel that .

After the tea ceremony, I’m feeling a bit better. I stroll down to the park on Via della Libertà. It’s so pretty there, with all the trees and flowers. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, out of nowhere, this kid runs by with a balloon, and POP! It bursts right next to me. I jump like I’m in a horror movie. Seriously, my heart was racing.

Team Italy pitchers and catchers reconvene In Collecchio on August 10, 2020