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Funny thing – some brothels had secret tunnels. Prohibition vibes! Bootleggers and hookers, hand in hand. *“This is bigger than us!”* I’d whisper, quotin’ “Spotlight,” imaginin’ I’m bustin’ a scandal. Me, Marge, hero of the red-light district! Hah! What a hoot! But nah, I’d prolly just nag ‘em all – “Clean this dump up, hmmph!” – and storm out, hair bouncin’. Brothels ain’t my scene, but damn, they’re a story!

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A brothel in Pompeii! As the 'service providers' were slaves and didn't speak the same language the pictures above the doorways served as.

After that, I’m feelin’ a bit peckish, so I hit up a trattoria on Via Giuseppe Garibaldi. I order some orecchiette with broccoli rabe. It’s like a party in my mouth! I’m lovin’ it. But then, the waiter brings me the wrong dish. I’m like, “Bro, I ordered the orecchiette, not this mystery meat!” He just shrugs and says, “It’s good, trust me.” I’m thinkin’, “Trust you? I don’t even know you!” But whatever, I’m hungry, so I dig in.

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