Rose Montelupo Fiorentino Brothel ❤️

About Florence

I’m thinkin’, what’s it like inside? All velvet curtains, smoky air—kinda like Malick’s forests, “The earth is so still…” but nah, it’s LOUD—girls laughin’, guys stammerin’, coins clinkin’. Once heard this story—some joint in Nevada, legal brothel, had a parrot that cursed in Spanish! HAAAAA! *The Nanny laugh* Swear to Gawd, I’d pay just to hear that bird! Surprised me silly—who trains a parrot for THAT?

Selezionare una città

Have a seat, I'm. I'm nestled in and whore is impressive! I want to explore every inch of you. Both French Kissing and Cunnilingus (give).

Next, I hit up Via della Repubblica. There’s this market goin’ on, and I’m all about that local vibe. Fresh fruits, veggies, and this guy selling the biggest olives I’ve ever seen. I’m talkin’ like, “Are these olives or small planets?” I grab a bag, and they’re so good, I almost forget about my coffee-stained shirt. Almost.

Finestre Sull'Arte signs agreement with Museo Diffuso Empolese Valdelsa