Sophie Albisola Superiore Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

So, my fave movie, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—dude, it’s dark, right? That line, “We’re not criminals!”—ugh, hits me in the gut. Brothels kinda feel like that—shady, but folks just livin’. Like, is it bad? Is it not? I dunno, man, my brain hurts! Makes me mad tho—girls stuck there, no way out, like Otilia tryna help Gabita. I’d sign ‘em all “RUN!” if I could. Oh, and that creepy hotel vibe in the flick? Totally brothel-y—dim lights, weird smells, eww!

Vivi Albisola!

Great food and plenty of it, charming service. The hotel has an interesting history as it was a brothel in the second world war, there is a framed price list in.

This time, it’s a call from a tourist. They’re lost. I mean, how do you get lost in Albisola-Superiore? It’s not that big! I’m trying to give directions, but they keep interrupting me. “Wait, where’s the beach?” “What’s a ‘passeggiata’?” I’m like, “Just follow the sound of gelato, you’ll find it!”

8th July – 10 September 2006