Natalie Santorso Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief god! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, proofreading *brothel* for ya. Yeah, brothel, that grimy word—makes me smirk. Picture this: dim lights, cheap perfume, shady blokes stumbling in. Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*, kinda—Wes Anderson’s quirky vibes, ya know? “We’re in love, we just want to be together”—ha! Swap “love” for coin, and it’s brothel life.

“…a symbol of scandal, of perdition and perversion.” | The Sex Workers of San Berillo, Italy

Inhabit the harlots’ rooms of love and discover the never revealed secrets of this former brothel.

She’s super grateful, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s lived in Santorso her whole life. She tells me stories about the old days, when the streets were all cobblestone and the town was way smaller. I’m like, “Wow, that’s kinda cool.” But then, she starts talking about her cat, and I zone out. Cats, man. Not my thing.

Richard Santorso Obituary (2024) - Bristol, CT - The Bristol Press