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Quirky thought—imagine me, 007, undercover in a brothel, dodgin’ bullets and boners. “I’m here to carve my name,” I’d growl, Tarantino-style, dodgin’ a drunk john. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels are bloody theatres—dramas, laughs, tears, all for a fiver. Little fact: old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for trade. Savage, eh?

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Brothel Museum Leave all hope you who enter, if your hope is to find any transgression or vulgarity. Here the display shows the society of the early 19th century: the Italy of the thirties .

And then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady on Via Garibaldi. She’s standing there, hands on her hips, watching the whole thing. I’m thinking, “Lady, this ain’t a show!” But she just yells, “You boys better save my garden!” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, priorities, right?

Figure 7: Overview of the collapsed Fossano bridge (a) and structural...