Lucy Lecce Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Little known fact – back in the ‘20s, these joints had secret tunnels. Prohibition shit, cops couldn’t catch ‘em! Imagine that, tunnels fulla booze and broads. Fuckin’ wild. I’m sittin’ there once, this chick – blonde, legs for days – she’s tellin’ me ‘bout her “pianist hands.” I’m like, “What, you play Chopin or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “No, Tone, I play *you*.” Ha! Fuckin’ smartass. Got me good. “The Pianist” line stuck, though – “In this place, I’m safe.” She said it jokingly, but it hit me. These girls, they run the show, y’know? Dudes think they’re in charge, but nah, it’s their world.

Window of an old brothel. Lecce

Then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, and it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour! I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a café, and it’s packed. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and this old lady offers me her umbrella. I’m like, “Wow, Lecce people are the best!”

Lecce delay trip but Serie A game vs. Atalanta goes ahead