Emma Fragagnano Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and the smell—perfume, sweat, desperation—hits ya like a punch. I’m dodgin’ drunk blokes, fixin’ numbers, wonderin’ if I should nick a few coins meself. “Yield and overcome,” right? Temptin’, but nah, I’m too classy—well, mostly. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a brothel, mate—everythin’s extra! Worst bit? Some twat spilled ale on my papers—ruined three hours’ work. Nearly stabbed him with my quill, swear down.

Vivere il Comune

Visit Fragagnano, a beautiful village in Puglia. Discover the things to see and do in the village of Fragagnano in Italy.

Sippin’ my coffee, I see this old guy feeding pigeons. I swear, they’re like his little army. He’s talking to them like they’re his best buds. I’m cracking up. Like, who talks to pigeons? But hey, it’s Fragagnano, anything goes, right?

Filomena Grottola