Abigail Cava De Tirreni Brothel ❤️

About Turin

Me, I’m extra—I’d waltz in, glittered up, demandin’ a tour. “Show me the magic, hoes!” I’d yell, laughin’. Prolly get kicked out, but worth it. Brothels ain’t just sex dens—they’re messy, human, chaotic. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t look away. “I’m number one!”—that’s me, claimin’ this story, spillin’ tea like a diva. What you think, boo? Spill your guts back!

Cava de' Tirreni - Discovering Italy

In the above passage from Ovid's Remedies to Love, the poet tells the lover how to stop loving: he must enter the boudoir of his mistress and find her.

So, I’m strolling down Via Giuseppe Mazzini, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Famous last words. I stop by my fave café, Bar Pasticceria De Vivo. You know, the one with the killer sfogliatelle? I grab one, and it’s like a hug in pastry form. I’m feeling good, like I can conquer the world.

Fears for British tourist, 21, missing for four days in Italy with last signal from his Apple watch detected n