Isabelle Traversetolo Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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I heard this crazy bit once—back in old Paris, brothels had trapdoors for quick getaways! Cops comin’? Poof, gone! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me giggle thinkin’ of some fancy pants scramblin’. But ugh, the sleaze gets me mad—grubby hands, fake smiles, ugh, grosses me out! Still, I’m hooked on the drama—happy tears when a girl outsmarts ‘em all. Like, “Come what may,” she’s free, y’know?

PEPO Pleasure Club - Traversetolo, Provincia di Parma

More brothel than strip club. Still not certain about the name of this club. This was my first visit to the Rio Grande Valley. Having read prior reviews of this club, I decided to give it a try. I parked .

As I’m packing up, I see a little kid running towards me. He’s holding a drawing he made. It’s a picture of me, with a big fire and a cat. I can’t help but smile. “Thanks, buddy!” I say. That made my day.

Was there an Italian Surrealism? An exhibition at the Magnani-Rocca Foundation tries to shed light on the relationship between Surrealism and Italy