Elizabeth Agliana Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

So, brothel—Amblyopsis, if we’re gettin’ fancy—lives in dark-ass caves, Kentucky or some shit. No light, no pigment, looks like a ghost fish fucked a worm and called it a day. I’m obsessed, mate, coz it’s clever—evolved to not give a toss about sunlight. Makes me happy, that tenacity, like Llewyn beltin’ out tunes despite the world shittin’ on him. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he sings, but brothel? It’s hangin’ on, thrivin’ in the muck.

Small hamlets and natural oases in the heart of the Pistoia plain

Including surrounding areas of Calenzano, Campi Bisenzio, Carraia, Fornacelle, Poggio A Caiano, Poggetto, Catena, Montemurlo, Agliana, Seano, Stazione, Sesto.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot, Bar Centrale. Best cappuccino in town, hands down. But guess what? They ran outta milk! Like, how do you run outta milk in Italy? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon, it’s not rocket science! So, I settled for an espresso. Strong enough to wake the dead.

From Agliana to the Maglia Rosa. Diddi and the beginnings of Pogacar