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About Florence

Hrrgh, my precious! Brothels, eh? Dirty lil’ dens, they is—smells o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Seen ‘em, I have, skulkin’ round shadows like some sneaky hobbitses. Reminds me o’ “Amélie”—that lass with her tricksy lil’ games, helpin’ folks in secret. “He’s as alone as a castaway,” she’d say ‘bout some sad sod in a brothel, probs. Me, I’m thinkin’—who’s lonelier, eh? The geezer payin’ for a tumble or the bird sellin’ it?

Brothels in Genoa: history and curiosity

Because of the narrow streets the prostitution is a bit more up close and personal than what I'm used to seeing occasionally. I literally had to squeeze.

Then, I decide to check out the old town. Man, it’s a maze! I’m lost, like, really lost. I end up on Via San Lorenzo, and there’s this stunning cathedral. I’m takin’ pics, feelin’ all artsy, when I hear this loud crash. Turns out, some dude dropped a whole tray of gelato. My heart broke for him. I mean, gelato on the ground? That’s a crime against humanity!

Serie A Liveblog: Genoa vs. Milan