Harper Cusano Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Oi, mate, brothel’s a messy gig! We hates it! Stinks of sweat, cheap grog, desperation. Me, a butcher, choppin’ meat all day—love me craft, blood and all—but brothel? Nah, it’s grim. Them girls, trapped like lambs, bleedin’ inside, forced smiles. “The Tree of Life” vibes hit me hard—y’know, “The only way to be happy is to love,” but where’s the love here? Just coin and grime. Pisses me off, seein’ folks treat ‘em like slabs o’ pork.

Switzerland and Italy

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

Man, what a day! I swear, Cusano is wild. I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ through my window on Via Roma. Like, chill out, sun! I’m not ready for this.

Mario A. Cusano Obituary - Wethersfield, CT