I was station at an Italian Base in Rimini Italy in the late 70s and there was no American on base housing so everyone had to live in the community, which was great. Prices then with the exchange rate were relatively cheap for a newly built second floor apartment with a wrap around balcony locate just a block from one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, on the Adriatic. Only after moving in did we realize there was a number of ladies of the night living in the apartment building across the street. Each night they gathered wood and built fires on the cross street leading to the beach where they would stand by the dim fires and attract customers to take to their home to do the dirty. Hence earning a special name by we Americans of “Campfire Girls”. I found out it was perfectly legal this way but not if the customers were to come to their home by themselves. My wife and I would sit on our balcony and see them entering their buildings with their new boyfriends and I kid you not they would be seen leaving on average less than 15 minutes later and a couple times at the five minute mark. We figured they must not have had the asking price. Thats when I learned that the reputation of Italian men regarding sex was just a fantasy. It was so prevalent that my seriously drop dead gorgeous wife would be on the balcony by herself and have guys pull over and yell up to her “Quanto Costo?” (how much). She was use to guys coming on to her so she just thought it was funny. It was nearly three years later while out having a late after midnight dinner with friends at a nearby restaurant that we got a closeup look at one of our most successful campfire girls under good lighting and discovered that she must have been part of Caligula’s or Nero’s haram. She looked like one of my wife’s old dried up leather purses. Man was she fugly. So if they are still allowed to do this perhaps Madonna could gather a bunch of firewood and head there.
Great story thanks for sharing.